The Barking Dogs of Taos
by Richard Peabody
1. Ranger, Doyle, Zander, and Mesa
are living the feral life
in the no man’s land
between Taos airport and Route 64
near Bad Dog Road.
Doyle is a Belgian Malinois
escape artist
too slick for animal rescue
or dog whisperer.
Too cool to be caged.
Starving, maybe,
but as long as there
are dumpsters.
A real loner.
Mesa and Zander
are close knit
Shepherd mixes.
You catch one,
you’ll catch the other.
Don’t even look
like they’re from
the same litter.
But still
compadres,
who have
each other’s backs.
Ranger is complicated.
A shape shifting
Australian Cattle Dog.
He clings to the shadows, and
blurs into the landscape
like a coyote.
Blink and he’s gone.
Like a floater
in your eyeball.
A wizard
of sand
and scrub.
Strays make
rounds at dusk
and dawn.
Camping out
near the John Dunn Bridge
at the confluence
of the Rio Grande and Rio Hondo.
They can reach the
river water
hide out
in the Beargrass
and woody shrubs
that hug the banks.
If they can’t find food
at the RV Park
or the landfill
they roam
closer to town
try Aly’s Eats
or Medley.
Doyle was caught
one time at
the Country Club
by the Stray Hearts
folks.
He escaped the first night
by climbing right up
and over the rescue
center’s wire fence.
2. The crew is back together
now, covering a 12-mile radius
from Arroyo Hondo to Taos,
and back again.
Chilly nights bring
a wildlife control expert,
in a bright red Jeep Cherokee.
She’s a young empath
and wants to rescue
every lost pet.
She also brought snacks.
Doyle is growling at the dusk.
Wary, Ranger circles the Jeep.
Mesa and Zander are screw it
we’re so hungry.
The expert has pre-cut pepperoni.
She softly sweet talks
Mesa and Zander closer.
C’mon guys, get a treat.
They follow a pepperoni trail
into the back seat.
Ranger edges into the shadows
barking like a motherfucker.
Doyle snarls before
he turns tail and runs
toward the gravel pit.
Fine.
The wildlife expert drives
to Taos animal rescue.
She worries about Ranger
and Doyle.
The nights are getting colder.
How will they survive?
Yet now, her hands
and heart are full
and she
wisely
keeps
the pepperoni
coming.
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There’s no secret about my love for the red rock country of the southwestern U.S. I’ve talked about it so much for so long that a lot of people assume I used to live there. I’ve visited maybe six or seven times. I almost bought houses in Taos and Taos Canyon on two separate occasions. And I have friends who have permanently moved there. One of my daughters babysits and walks dogs. A report of some missing dogs in the Taos News mentioned a pack of scallywag dogs and I was smitten. This will be the title poem of my next collection.
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RICHARD PEABODY lives in Arlington, Virginia. His most recent volume of poetry is Guinness on the Quay (Salmon Poetry, 2019). gargoylepaycock.wordpress.com