Famliaris as could ever be, A hundred thousand years from lupus split, Beloved canis, lying on my knee, Whenever in my domicile I sit. Your wee black nose, more sensitive than mine A millionfold, and dichromatic vision, Developed for the hunt, these days malign, Most frequently to sirlion steaks and pigeons. I know that the … Continue reading January 4: Sonnet for Giovanni