Jack Russell

The place, the walk from Homington Down to the bluebell woods in Odstock Village.

Jack my companion, black white and tan,
Light tail tip shows his passings
Through the long summer,s green grassings
Nothing owed him, no plan but to joy in
A walk, plays in the stream, oh, caveat cat!
In fact and in dream, paw tapping bliss;
Fat startled rabbits run to burrows, this
Sudden skittering over burrows disturbs
From feeding to flight small wittering birds
Swoop in delight, his priceless charge absurd
Borrows the light brigade, pink tongue
Lolling large, wink grass seed from the lashes-
Another quarry runs two white tail tip flashes
And going, going gone - long gone, those dog-days
The sun shone on dappled blossomed bridle ways,
Bridal ways. In tangled thickets the bluebells rang,
Sang colour played in a blue, bluer, bluest haze
There my companion, laid beneath spring dews
Leaves here a memory of joys I'll never lose.

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