Otter Creek Malvado

tk wasn't there.

tk was in warm box, overlooked by the sweeping wetness of a tongue in favor of three others.

tk was awake at the foot of the bed, listening to the masters stirring awake before going away for another day.

tk was curled in the quiet corner of the kitchen, wrinkled old hands wiping away toddler fingerprints from painted fur.

tk was shoving shoulders, trying to reach the bowl as bigger and tougher dogs ate first.

tk was curled under a dumpster, hiding from seeking lights and flinching at the calls.

tk was in the woods, and there was fear but there was freedom.

tk was racing over the plains, where the chase lasted as long as wanted and always ended with a reward.

tk was with rodyn, and all was well.

tk wasn't there.