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A Dog's Eyes
by Sue Hamilton
At 10 days there's but a glint,
a hint of what lies behind
The lids, born seal'd.
At 8 weeks, the eyes so bright,
sparkling with mischief,
Not a care in the world.
At 1 year they seek your approval,
exchanging glances, a questioning look,
"Master, what is your bidding?"
At 6 years the gaze of experience,
knowing, caring.
Responsibility to his owners.
At 9 a look of contentment,
satisfaction.
Willing to let the quick pace
belong to others.
At 12 there's but a glint,
a hint of what lies ahead.
The eyes, they faintly smile, mostly hope
they'll still be loved and cared for
Until the time the lids once again are seal'd.
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