The Blue Heeler

Early morning silence,

This Colorado summer morning.

Into the Black Forest,

The Blue Heeler at my knee.

Such a wise being behind those animal eyes.

He quietly watches the squirrels,

The deer, the fox,

Not a sound.

Deeper and deeper,

Into quiet we go.

The sun rises warm,

And the children come,

Running and squealing.

Then, he barks and chases and runs

And laughs.