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Prince Polo of the Wild Frontier.   3 comments

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My pup always amazes me and I feel grateful for his company.

He always shares his walks with me and it’s the time that I really get to connect with the beautiful things in life.

In the morning it’s the squirrels picking through the left over bird seed.

Or it could be the tracks and scent of the black cat that lives in the shadows of our neighborhood that he follows tirelessly.

Perhaps it’s the fact that he always finds something to proudly bring home; an empty energy drink can, or a dropped notice at the mailbox, even an empty plastic bag covered in dried grass clippings.

In the evening it’s the setting sun and the sky filled with swallows and bats flitting though the air searching endlessly for insects.

At the end of the day in the early morning hours there is always the moon and the stars and the lights that glide effortlessly through the sky towards somewhere unnamed.

I think what I like best though is the look on his face when he finally subdues a cricket or any of the other strange bugs that he likes to toy with and snack on.

Thanks Prince Polo this post is for you.

Posted July 18, 2013 by Balvah in Notes

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