The Lizard Hunter
On quiet paws I prowl each day
With a hunters gaze I glance
I cover each and every spot
Not a thing is left to chance.
The garden beds, the back yard shed
Where ever they should lurk
I hunt and prowl, I seek them out
Whilst my master is at work.
What's that ! ah yes a noise I hear
A rustle in the grass, a breeze
Or perhaps a nice fat lizard
Waiting there for me to seize
Quietly now I must not move
I like a statue stand so still
They will move again and then
I'll quickly pounce in for the kill.
I live here in the city
Where there is no place to run
To herd a mob of cattle
No place to hunt for fun.
They should have known my breeding
When they got me as a runt
The ginger hair, those bandit eyes
A kelpies always gonna hunt.
My masters always busy
With his work or other chore
So I have to stay home all alone
it really is a bore.
On weekends he takes me fishing
In the creek down by the strand
There's room to chase the birds and crabs
And run out across the sand.
But in my yard I am the Queen
Nothing moves that I don't see
The dog next door may bark a lot
But in my yard the boss is me.
They think that I'm a house dog
But I have another claim to fame
My master calls me Jinny
But Lizard Hunter is my name.
Bob Pacey
( c )
Lucky to still have her after the tick attack.
Wow I did it !!! You girls do not know how much of an effort that was she is a great dog and has a really good temperment. gets a bit jeleous when other dogs get any attention though typical female !!!!
