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As graceful as a deer, floating like the wind,
His elegance and beauty is bound to draw you in,
He has no will to harm you,
He will love you until the end,
He will enchant the mind and endear the soul,
Truly a faithful friend.
He is kind and gentle as a child's touch,
Yet will turn to fire, it will not take much,
If he see's a rabbit, a bird or a hare,
His amber eyes miss nothing with that piercing stare.
His amazing ears glow like a dawning sun,
When running and bounding and having fun,
As fast as an arrow across the land,
As nimble as a goat on rock or on sand.
To curl by a fire, or to sit on a lap,
His favorite pastime is sure taking a nap!
But don't get me wrong, he indeed loves to play,
His energy and joy seems never to sway.
But alas to say there aren't many to see,
So few of him left, how can this be?
If many only knew of this precious red hound,
Then the planet of earth would be laden bound.
This small red hound will bring joy into life,
He'll show you the meaning of honor and strife,
He is a blessing from God, brought onto this earth,
To bring love and hope from the day of his birth.
Bryony Hatt Wight |
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