Her muzzle shuffles, nudges, clambers

Through the blades of brown, dead grass

Her hairy, boney chin and wet, charcoal nose

Absorbing every sharp point and rough side

She lounges, rolling, crumbling to her belly

Massive, fur coat bleeding hose water

Massive, fur paws grinding out the ground

Elegant, almond eyes waning into black slits

She groans, a low, manly groan

And closes her eyes

The grass is rough, but her fur is thick and

The fall wind soon soothes her into slumber.