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THE HUNTING DOGS
The ten hunting dogs in my heartHave captured forty-six years
In a wood that is dewy with tears.
The ten hunting dogs in my heart
Have captured, as hunting dogs should,
That is, without wounding at all,
All the wild birds that call
In my rustic cage in my house in the wood.
The ten hunting dogs in my heart
Have helped tame the chipmunks and small baby bears,
They drive mountain lions back, back, to their lairs.
They help me to feed on elk meat,
And my heart must beat to their rustling feet.
And these are their names:
America, Beauty, Song,
Religion, Love of Lone Games,
The Indian, the Lover, the Brother, the Proud One,
The Chief No Man Tames.
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