BLIND IN ONE EYE AND COCK-EYED IN THE OTHER

 

BLIND AND COCK-EYED OL’ SHAG DOG

 

 

Ol’ Shag was the dog last needed in the draw

and the dog first needed in duty stood alone

Ol’ Shag’s eyes had known slashing lion’s paw

and suffered ripping wolf fang hard as stone

 

Ol’ Shag was this night trotting in the rear

swinging grey head with foggy eye and rolling glance

Ol’ Shag dropped stalling behind no more to bear

first duty of watch, must duty of closing sheeply stance.

 

Ol’ Shag swung his head in search of a pat

telling him soon grazing was reached

Ol’ Shag felt not touch but song as flying mat

for which he once beseeched.

 

Ol’ Shag saw fuzzed scrambling where sheep climbed to grass

as he swung his head from dark side to tipping side

Ol’Shag breathed harder as song swept dark to pass

away in all glory once foretold of shepherd’s betide.

 

Ol’ Shag stood tethered and panting in left behind

and swung his head in dark and tilting field

When quite in tune with his seeking so blind

A sharp tooth of light did sight so yield.

 

Ol’ Shag knelt down in weeds so hushed

now saw clearly his master by a manger

once for donkey but now for baby shushed

now saw clearly the love for stranger.