Dots of birds soar about
Dots of birds soar about
In the gray-blue sky
Over the dried land of brown grass
Gliding above the herds of sheep and cows
I bark and bark at the group of sheep
As the balls of cotton white waddle about
In the little wooden pen
I tear my eyes away from the white
What a tiring, boring job!
I let out a loud yawn
There in the sky, there is a small flying thing
Orange, black and white, wings and body
Flutters about innocently
What a peculiar, curious little thing!
I glance at the herd of sheep dawdling here and there
Surely it’ll be fine if I leave them for a while
Surely right?
Owner would understand
I chase and chase the butterfly
One paw in front of another
I can feel the wind flowing through my fur
My tongue dangling out of my mouth
O, I’ve never felt so free!
This is what I should’ve been doing the entire time
There the butterfly lands on a tangle of bushes
A mix of sticks and bits
I bounce and pounce onto the winged insect
But it flies away
Into the endless blue
I huff and puff
Sun’s heatwaves swallowing me up
But there in the sticks
There’s something more interesting
A little flash of orange and crimson
Like a mini firework!
More peculiar than a butterfly!
I bend down and look closer
My nose twitching and itching at the strange smell
Why is it getting bigger and bigger?
O, it’s so bright!
The firework’s so large
But why is it so deathly hot?
I bark and howl
And try to escape from the scarlet hug
But then it gets brighter
Owner, why?