Fog in the throat was exemplary. When we faced a severe dog on the street we had such fog in our throat. But fog in the throat was like mist in our eyes. That was no big deal of a word assembly, unless it meant something from the dog’s side.Yes. If we had fog in our throat , the dog had it too.

So we have today’s poem , where both I and dog have fog in our throats:

Fog in the throat

At times there is death’s browning,
An experience of the fog in throat
A chemical stirred by a stray dog
Smelling our death in casual walk.

The dog is sniffing his own death
Barking head off on our intrusion
At a death walking in on two legs,
Trying to fight a fog in his throat.


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