Metaphor? I'd Never Even SEEN Her Afore!: Prompt

Many of the poems I have posted on my blog use metaphor (as do many poems in general). Today's poem makes the noon heat a mystic dog. Earlier poems I have posted here contain metaphors that include a brain tumor made of stars packed in a snowball, a mermaid's tongue that is as oily as seals, a newborn robin that is the memory of a lost love, a sweaty, half-naked youth as the city of Chicago, and a rotting orange that becomes many things, including chimney ash, a fist, and the hands of grandparen...