THE PUPPY
Far from the hogan
in a dry sand wash
I found the gray dog
and a new baby puppy
gray with black spots.
Poor little puppy,
it crawled to me
crying.
Thin little baby,
its pink cold nose
found my hand.
Soft baby puppy,
it was so little
it made me feel gentle
and strong
like my mother.
When I picked it up,
the gray mother dog
did not growl.
She was glad for me
to want her puppy.
She thumped her tail.
Listen,
you gray pup with black spots,
I will teach you
to watch the sheep
so that always
there will be a place for you
in our hogan.
