That is what we called her,
White with rusty spots.
An English setter, so smart and beautiful,
From a litter of eleven.
All at once I encountered them -
While picking out a puppy.
The owner had emphysema;
And said I can let them out - but I can’t pick them up.
(For obvious reasons)
They ran everywhere, noses to the ground.
I chased one into the barn and picked her up.
She was shy and warm, she was the one.
She hid under the seat of the
van
All the way home.
When I got to the house, I took her out and
Put her right to the side of the studio door for her
To walk in and surprise you, but she was too shocked
So I gave her a tiny push, and she appeared to you -
Like a little, white spotted cloud.
Love at first sight.
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