Life Could Not Be Better
You came into our lives a spark.
A blur of chestnut red,
Igniting us with canine love,
And nestling by our bed.
Chasing swallows in the park
That teased you in their flight,
Relentlessly you chase them still.
In the fading springtime light.
Every time I make the tea,
Teaspoon clinking in the mug,
I feel your paw around my leg
captive of the setter hug.
I take you into work sometimes
But you’re not always compliant.
Nudging my elbow with your muzzle
Sniffing each and every client.
When, bleary eyed, I rise each day
A drum beat from the sofa
Peaks as I descend the stairs,
From our dishevelled, four legged, loafer.
With head bowed low, the “trophy trot”
Announced my kitchen blunder.
I’d left the butter on the bench
A prize you had to plunder !
On our summer twilight walks
You stand and raise your paw,
If dawdling rabbits dare to stray,
Gun dog rising to the fore..
Sometimes I have to leave you
Shut the door, put on the sneck.
I glimpse those brown eyes widen
Just like “Puss in Boots” from Shrek !
You have a penchant for my socks
They disappear most every day,
I’d love to wear a matching pair
But you have stashed them all away.
On lazy Sunday afternoons
Lying peacefully asleep,
The noise of next doors wheelie bin
Soon pulls you from the deep
Then with scamp and scatter
Scrambling to the patio door,
Take your position by the fence
Bark like you’ve never barked before !
I never would have walked the miles
Seen the seasons come and go,
On every walk, see natures wealth,
Red gold sunsets fading, glow…..
You are always at my side
I know life could not be better.
A bond so precious and secure,
I am blessed to own a setter.
Copyright © Mike Miller
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