Trip To the Creek
Going on the mule
To that special place
On the creek enjoying
The cool water negative
Ions that refresh one's
Soul, restoration of
Spirit for it had been
A week since time to restore
Rocky running, playing
Off and on the mule
Disappears, wonder
Where that dogs gone
Probably off finding
Really stinky bone
Bleat, bleat, bleat
What is that sound
Is it a goat or sheep
Where is the world
Would that be coming
From, there are not
Any of those animals
Around here, at least
There has not been
In years and years
Rocky comes into
View with something
Hugh in his mouth
It is being swung
Back and forth
Back and forth
Long legs, very long legs
Why it is a baby deer
He is so proud of his catch
How does one explain
To a rat terrier that
Deer does not fit
Into the catagory
Of small farm prey
That is on the list
Of animals that he kills
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
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