Running hard for air that whispers

Hair trigger dog ears hurt so much

When the crunch came and the

Door truly opened the merest touch

The pull of the magic words slows

And no longer need be heard

Heel is where you have to go

As every good boy learns to heed

This place is so very, very big

And river far too wide to splash

It smells of things that bite you back

Big dogs barking across the glass

Wide eyed and leg tailed

Licking any master’s face

Not bad, not bad, slinking back

Every good dog knows its place

But the shadow dog it leaves behind

It will not sit and will not stay

Unleashed among the bluebells

Chasing rabbits up to Halfway