Downward Dog

Parched dust gloms to her fur
a mist of powdered straw dulls her dark overcoat
fogging up the shine.

Rolling in last year's stems
she's a farm dog now
wild fed, sand slept, flead, and full-time.

Finding adrenalin in the dirt
she twists quick, flaps into the wind
and blinks her one-walk-a-day, feed-me-twice eyes.

Barney the dog photo from www.whitehouse.gov/president/springatwhitehouse/07.html. Pretend that's dirt and dead grass he's rolling in and that he's a she. That makes it 'interactive' poetry.