Thursday, March 24, 2011


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.


  1. Awww, I love this so much. It reminds me of my old girl Mojo we lost in December...she was occassionaly victorious in her war against squirrels and groundhogs right to the end. Really beautiful.

  2. After reading this I had to browse around and look at previous pictures of Sedona. Now my mind's eye can picture her satisifed grin.
    Not that I am a fan of mutilation, I also understand natural order. And knowing the nature of squirrels, there is a good chance the squirrel taunted and brought this on.

  3. You really captured the moment with this poem. And what a great blog you have, I am so glad you signed up to follow mine and I'm looking forward to getting to know you better.--Inger

  4. I'm linking this post on my little blog if that's ok:)


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