Maddie

A cold frosty dull morning
the sound of the bass booming barks
dogs flying out of their kennels
yet the last dog is different
the crazy, energetic one.

As she scavengers the hills
to find her target
she screams round the ridge
and comes to a sudden halt.
Pulling away
waiting … waiting
Dad’s whistle ringing in my head;
the wrong move could cost time.

The powerful screech
conducted to change her mind
she swoops to the right
as back up arrives,
the target is now controlled.

Another day over,
yet another day to come.