Follow Me
Follow me as I follow my dogs, Willow and Nash, Mother/Son, twelve and eight. The day is done. Ears ring with the hum of the day as it still rattles in head and bone. It tingles. Willow and Nash wait patiently and anticipate. This is their time; this is our time, less work and more dog time. I feel more, see more, and understand more on days filled my dogs. They prefer my company too. Willow Listen to your voice, it sings to me. Barking, smiffing, growling, trills follow smiles, chirps and smirks, Play bows, head stands in the grass and in the snow, Your quiet voice, thoughts are heard, gently always felt. You see it all Willow. The fox in the meadow, voles and moles in their hallows, Owls in flight - you set them right at night. Your head on my knee, In my arms, warm and soft. Stand above and look at all there is to see. Soft eyes shine. A soul brightens, begins to awaken. So brilliant, so beautiful. Sing Willow; my guardian.You must be this soul’s guardian.
