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The dog<\/strong><\/p>\n Sometimes That dog has been gone Though they never say how the dog crept in hollowed himself <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Judith Taylor<\/strong> lives and works in Aberdeen. She has written two pamphlet collections – Earthlight<\/em>, (2006), and Local Colour<\/em> (2010) – and her first full-length collection, Not in nightingale country<\/em>, will be published this October by Red Squirrel Press.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The dog Sometimes in the early hours the dog’s toenails click on the passage lino. That dog has been gone two decades, nearly: sometimes one of them hears him, sometimes both. Though they never say they both remember the night the boy died: how the dog crept in that one time where […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[136,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14850","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2017-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14850","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14850"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14850\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14852,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14850\/revisions\/14852"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14850"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14850"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14850"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nin the early hours
\nthe dog’s toenails click on the passage lino.<\/p>\n
\ntwo decades, nearly:
\nsometimes one of them hears him, sometimes both.<\/p>\n
\nthey both remember
\nthe night the boy died:<\/p>\n
\nthat one time
\nwhere he wasn’t allowed;<\/p>\n
\na sleeping-place by the bed.<\/p>\n