Warrior dog
She stands there watching and listening out for anything that moves or breaths
I sit by her side watching and listening too
I see it and she hears it, straight through the trees.
She gets up and bolts but I am hot on her tail.
By the time that I get there, it is already nailed.
Lookin into her eyes, she makes me so proud.
A good hunting dog who brings food all year round.
I cannot imagine a life without her.
She is the one, and true, bush warrior
This poem is about:
My family