Pilose

Today's word is "pilose": covered with hair, especially soft hair. (And, yes, Flash is my dog ... the slow one.)

Flash
Coming over the crest of the hill,
With my dog, I see the spill
Of turkey's, wild, loudly calling
As leaves are all around us falling.

My dog is old and very slow,
But loves to go for walks and show
The power bred into his nose
To bring a rabbit hunt to close.

What is this? In our private place,
A creature zips by with furious pace,
Eyes on the birds, he makes them flee,
Scattered, now they sit in trees.

I marvel at this pilose mutt,
Whose crazy antics corners cut,
My dog can only stand and gaze,
But his self image is not fazed.

He knows his place in this sweet world,
Though others talents may unfurl,
Perhaps someday I'll be like him,
Content with my own life-long hymn.

Anne Selleck
Copyright 2013