I want to become a farm-dog at a one-horse farm…

I want to become a farm-dog at a one-horse farm…
It would have to have a herd of cows (do cows come in herds?)
I would never lose one as I moved them from pasture to pasture…
An old farmer taught me a trick…
Count all the legs and divide by four.

It is all about being a member of the “never say no” club…
At home with myself…
Yep, hook me up to the hitch and watch me pull…
Right through that fine layer of stinky dust.

On the farm everything is so much clearer…
I can see the warm pink sunset turning into a deeper, darker crimson…
Watch its sparkling flames…
Until the light is turned off and the sky becomes a midnight blue.

Sometimes I get tired of the hustle and bustle of the city…
It is like trying to untie a donut…
The knot has no beginning or end…
Full of con-pups who are always taking advantage of little pups like me.

Don’t you think I would make a good farm dog?
Or do you think it would be like the Pope deciding to become a Mormon?
I do think I could make a home among the butterfly filled branches…
When I finish milking the cows, of course.

I love you!

Annie