ANGUS
He came to me, a forlorn gift--
Fun puppy raised by a boy
No time to play now left behind
His heart bereft of joy.
His regal breed was made for work
But collies growing large
Can laugh and play and love and more
And not neglect their charge.
Angus, different from the rest
Warned, guarded through our time.
For he was blind, from puppyhood
He worked by sound and mime.
Noble black and shining fur,
The light reflects his glow--
White highlights showing on the black
Sure to the task he'd go.
Late winter night out on the coast
A thunderstorm raged through
But to the barn to shore the door
He guided me, there, true.
He placed his muzzle in my hand
Though darkness hid his smile
I could not see, he took me there--
And brought me back awhile.
And louder still, that storm beat down,
Angus preferred the sound--
When morning came, the winds were gone
And Angus couldn't be found.
We called and searched, through knoll and hill
We hiked for long cold miles
But he was gone, no sign behind
No more of Angus' smiles.
We missed him sore as time went by
Still watched for that black friend
I came to think God took him home
To give him sight for friends.
So when a winter storm blows up
And winds begin to roar
I look for Angus in the clouds
To guard us ever more.
JLurell Bailey
22 Jul 2015
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