Shadows dance under thinly leaved branches
Making patterns on her smooth fawn fur
Ripples of light on the fingers of the breeze
A caress of warmth and a flush of cool air wafts across
Her fine body
With the lightest of touch
Baby- soft skin
The whir of the grass cutting machines
In the fields
Cause her ears to flex
And sweet smell of the first cut
Scents the air.
She breathes deeply
And takes it all in.
Such a joy to watch her
Day 2 with whippet puppy – Pepper