forevermore; poetry

cattle dog

my cattle dog's running laps of the grazing plains,

chasing the four hooved animals closer to home.

my dog's coat matching that of the cattle's,

black & white splotches cover the fields,

nature's ying & yang.

until a bucket.

clings.

or a gun shoots.

bang.

the sun's rays settle below the hills,

i feel the breeze as it hits windmills;

the border of the fields that pay my bills.

we head inside,

my cattle dog & i.

he lays on top of me,

on the couch;

i don't mind.

his tail displays the excitement he can't hide,

but tired after a long day's working,

needing a rewind.

my cattle dog awakes at dawn,

i'm awoken by the rays shining through leaves of fawn,

the dews of frost thaw out

& the light reflects through.

my cattle dog knows the drill,

it's nothing new.

the day is the same,

day in & out;

we've no time to pout,

not by my account

but my cattle dog sprouts from the covers,

scratches the door

eager to explore the outdoors.

i hear the rain begin to pour,

from this side of the door,

he begs for more.

longing the outdoors

but i fear we'll be hit with a storm

but then stress over the jobs,

the chores.

i sigh as a reply.

i reach for the door,

he runs out in the pour

& i pray this weather won't be forevermore.

he runs the fields for miles & miles,

i smile.

i like seeing him happy,

wishing we could be like this all the time.

happy.

not sappy.

me more than him.

this is our lives;

rain or shine.

these land,

the house

& this dog;

it's all mine.

the rain's now being a pain;

halfway through our day.

the downpour silences the passing train,

i take the sign & look for my boy in the terrain.

my good boy comes out

no white coat showing.

the winds picked up blowing,

the rain overpouring.

we both start running,

shivering.

after a good clean up,

we're cuddling up on the couch again

with noses scrunched up

but i don't stay up;

though the rain keeps up

my good boy's still up.

- monty