
Rabbiters
The stars are out, the moon is full
Our dogs are lost upon the hill
Chasing rabbits here and there
Two young pups without a care.
They have no fear of man or gun
For them it’s just a bit of fun
But collies loose without control
Make a flock quite vulnerable.
I call and whistle, all in vain
Excited barks, the scent is plain
Nothing to do but wait and see
Til they come back, eventually.
The stars are out, the moon is full
A glorious evening, calm and still
My dogs know what is best for me
To watch them run and let them be.
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