Warrior dog

Mon, 09/10/2018 - 02:15 -- Ebonnie

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

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