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Old Hunting Dog

In the crisp days of autumn hot breezes mute his distant bark: the happy wanderer's song sung from his old canine heart. The autumn hunt is on. He'll be padding his way back to me with a drowned duck in his strong jaws--or, maybe not. His eyes moist with vitality will greet me from his trail. Add more to this great joy--I'll see the wagging of his tail.

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Susan Ashley

Date: 6/5/2021 6:56:00 PM

My dearest Carol, your vibrant imagery captures the Autumn mood and emotions so beautifully; that of the old hunting dog and his grateful human who loves him. I admire your golden pen, my sweet friend. Warmest wishes and hugs.. ~Susan

Susan Ashley
Date: 6/5/2021 11:24:00 PM

Indeed, it surely is :))

Carol Louise Moon
Date: 6/5/2021 9:49:00 PM

Thank you so much, and hugs to you, too, my fine friend. Isn't Poetry Soup grand where we can meet each other and appreciate each other's work!! Carol Louise

Andy Chunn

Date: 5/29/2021 12:39:00 PM

Nicely done. We love our old dogs. You captured the hunting spirit. Good write. I also appreciate your kind words and support.