The dogs greeted us,

Annie staggering with arthritis,

Big brown Bob, not bright

but a power house of youth,

and Thor, a Puck of a dog.

Eyes that ask questions,

not understanding the answers

but he understands sticks.

 

“I will fetch for you for as long

as you have the strength to throw.

Two fat sticks a mouthful,

three a teasing dilemma?

I love rivers, fast rivers,

the current carries me down.

I am faster than the stick.”

A black boomerang!

 
 

David Garlick, Dungeness, WA, November, 1995