| Scout Eyes In marriage, three have come to pass, and now another's in the house 847 days is a long time without canine eyes onto the world The heart's softened some, open again to the summons While at "the pound" the call comes, as that long walk to look for a mutt ends It's a while coming, that calling, for you view entire, the large holding Twenty or thirty come in each day, the guide says The heart swells, you know well why you see not nearly that number You don't suppose the holidays lured everyone in town to adopt a dog Turning the corner to the very last one you have to notice her, her eyes, mainly Yes, the posture, the manner, the coloring, yet above all the eyes, windows into the soul She stares, you're mesmerized, she has you, you welcome her into that vacant space Ernst and Early would approve of Scout, and Wallace could not disapprove A daisy of a dog, your mom could boast She's a keeper, your dad would insist And so it starts again, a love affair with another who sees eye to eye A thing mystical can happen between man and mutt, when they listen to each other |
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