Ash Heap Hound (9)

   
   "Ash Heap Hound (9)"
   
Supernaturally gifted with my macrosmatic doggy dodgeball,
I couldn't help but chase an erinaceous smell to the junkyard's wall--
A fence, rusted and smeared in the impoverished plague of Tetanus;
Thus, goes Conner in a sickly ash heap; specifically, him morbidly restless.
But Dudes!!!  The cool guy is a non-vile valetudinarian,
And I'm Catholic, honoring things Marian;
Regardless, I found myself naked, and human, next to the contagious fence;
Plus, Conner was approaching, all ninja-like, but had health only worth a pence.
Possibly, could he be into the art of deception?
Nah, and I wouldn't foxhound him with direption--
Only:  love, love, love--
For even an asymmetrical angel can gel with the Infallible Dove.