Ducks waddling across the paddock
They don't deserve a glance
A group of Roos holding a conference by the gate
They can hold the fort
A pair of rabbits crossing the track
Always busy those ones
The dog oblivious to all the environment
Is tracking the one and only honourable prey
The elusive, perfect stone
He sniffs here and there
Nose to the ground in circles
Until it finds the telling smell
Once spotted it follows its track
It won't loose it, oh no
Indefatigable he runs to its lair
Starts digging frantically around it
Spraying all and sundries with gravel and soil
Until it gets it out, settling to enjoy it
Licking it to a pristine state
Only then it will carry it
All the way back home
Proudly wagging its tail
What a hunt!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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