Green grass, silver chain, a low, slate sky waiting to rain. My Golden Retriever finishes her yawn, sits up, and takes off like a shot towards the far end of the lawn. In one, long wave the fine mesh links are played out until the line yanks taut. The dog never learns. My heart sinks.
From "Bird's Nest In Your Hair" by Brian Jobe
A wonderful writer and good friend of mine. Hope you like it!