Buddy. Bloodhound.

 

Painting by Homer Watson

So that’s why we keeps the dog.

Buddy. Bloodhound.

Goes huntin down

Visitors.

Gettin lost on the winding

Laneway in from

Township Line Eleven.

Sharp turn right

At the entrance

Hides any semblance of

Maintained dirt road.

But make that turn slowly

An you will see biggest

Catfish pond in these parts.

Yassur.

Last August we spied a giant

In muddy waters, jest resting.

Took Tad Wilson’s boy

One full week to

Map his wanderings

And finally ketch the critter

With a hook packed with corn.

And the surrounding waters

Seeded with same.

Strangely the boy was 

Somewhat saddened by

The outcome.

A Legend of perseverance

Laid low.

Perhaps the search had

Been the better part.

Next the Visitors see to

The left three acres of taters

And pepper squash.

Buddy will dig around there

Jest fur mischief sake.

Really gets into it.

Even after a rain…muddy outcome.

He will finally sniff

Out the Visitors near

The woodlot of mountain ash.

Starts with his baying.

An we know then

Time to put the kettle on.

Make finishing touches to

The visitors’ bedrooms.

Perhaps some wild purple astors

From down by the split rail fence

At the Entrance.

One of those bedrooms

Usedtabee Eleanor’s.

She is missed so bad.

Buddy sleeps there weekends.