As an insurance agent, and a Wild Kingdom veteran, one who trains dogs and is proficient with firearms, I must say I am endlessly delighted by this poem. Once Alan and I were watching a televised bobcat leap to catch a dove in a mesquite. Our much missed Boots, who was then a kitten, was utterly transfixed. Literally tried to crawl into the tube and help out its wild soul-mate. This is the work of an extremely accomplished poet who, like Gwynn, has learned to blend our vernacular into the broth of popular culture and come up with a rich stew. Oh, bad metaphor! It is a sonnet whose panache and accomplishment simply astonish me.
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