Working Dog
the sun casts
beautiful colors
trees and fields
I stand feet planted
holding Reds leash as he takes the bait
100 plus pounds want that bite and then
GO
runs a blind the first time
oh the glory
of a working dog in motion
truely I tear up behind my sunglasses
as he turns
triumph in his eyes
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