Cheyenne, a Dog with a Purpose

Victoria Polmatier
Nov 7 · 1 min read

A poem

Cheyenne
not much of a morning girl
She hides away
under a blanket
or deep in her clam-shell bed
a gentle soul
biding her time
But a warm afternoon
and a fresh molehill?
She’s found heaven
She digs
snorting
tearing at the grass
with her teeth
intent on her prey
Then she stops
lies down on the ground
and waits
Not sure if she hears
or smells
or feels the mole
running below her…

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Victoria Polmatier

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Poet, writer, devoted mom and nana, lover of the green world. Have learned deep compassion in the crucible of life and death. http://victoriapolmatier.com

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