Mustard Dogs
Black dogs among the mustard plants
Like huge, speckled bumblebees,
Foraging not for pollen but for scents,
A whiff of friends held on the breeze.
Their shiny fur dappled with golden dust
As if a fairy has participated in the fun,
Their morning romp intrinsic to their day,
Our habitual pleasure in fog or sun.
A coronet of pollen on their lush coats,
The sweet comfort of their smiles,
A halo of yellow reflects their good hearts,
Naïve to human duplicity and wiles.
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Love the Dog, we have a golden One (Retiever)
love & peace be with you
William
Aren't we blessed with our best friends? Got one just like it! Lovely write, too.
Rebecca~
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.