Waiting to flash her tail to signal the start of their mountain romp.
But Dudley is not in the car as the doe seems to hope.
Dudley is in heaven now, running with the wind.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Waiting to flash her tail to signal the start of their mountain romp.
But Dudley is not in the car as the doe seems to hope.
Dudley is in heaven now, running with the wind.
What a beautiful picture, and the words brought a lump to my throat.
Beautiful! I once had a dog named Dudley! He was amazing! Love it!