Savage

Sedona didn't come

  when I called.

The puppy and I found her

  beside a hillside squirrel hole

    she had destroyed.

Her brown eyes were

  bright with victory and

   a half eaten squirrel was

     held between her paws.

She grinned at me.

Now it is late.

She slowly waves her tail

  while limping her old bones

    to bed.

I notice crimson streaks

  on her paws.