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.
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