Never once did I try
to confine him,
The young dingo I met near the dam,
We respected and trusted each other,
I affectionately named him Young Sam.
Young Sam had a habit
of hiding,
"neath the wattles and tall scented gum,
He'd appear when he heard me call cooee,
With a smile saying, "I knew you'd come"
I willed him to stay
with me always,
But the call of the wild became strong,
He instinctively searched for a soulmate,
And a family of pups before long.
An innocent red dog
with a mission,
Failed to see the cruel man with a gun,
Determined to scalp a wild dingo,
He chased Sam, who had nowhere to run.
Sam was blasted away
with a rifle,
His coat ripped and dripping with red,
I ran to his side shouting cooee,
As I held him, my heart felt like lead.
All alone we sat as
the sun set,
Faith and courage helped keep us both strong,
His brave heart so grimly defiant,
But before the night fell, he was gone.
He sleeps now at peace
in the clearing,
And again I have lost my best friend,
He was loaned to me just for a short time,
Sharing secrets and love, till the end.
Posted with permission
Author: By Matthew J Forno©