Bounding in circles searching for meaningful work
Ice blue eyes gazed to ask if her master had need
Cavorting with butterflies, chasing birds that chirp
Up and back again, she pulls on her long lead.
Energy embodied in this action figure, carefully bred
For protecting the woolies that wander witlessly about
A job in her heart kept her weaving; they needed to be led
Alive, attentive, ready to fly, around, between, and out.
Deep down, a knowing stirred inside from long ago
In wanton exertion, constant motion forged a-doing
If only she could please her human, running to and fro.
No sheep in sight, nor cattle or goats, so on with the chase
Up hill, down, acknowledged by a grin from a proud master
Fierce love for laborious sport sent her brave heart to race
Then, bouncing up into open arms, her heart beat the faster.
This is my grand-dog, Clover. She had blue eyes when she was a wee pup, but now her eyes are more hazel. She is an active Australian Cattle Dog.
We got a taste of how she loved to romp and play while visiting and dog-sitting while my daughter worked as the floor manager at Catalooche Ranch Resort's excellent restaurant, located in Maggie Valley, NC.
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