Through her Eyes

Pepper’s first run off the lead on Dartmoor.

Fresh footed
Over grassy mounds
She steps lightly
Discovering the new;
Through her eyes
All is new,
The grass greener
The wide sky
The sharpness of the rock
Deep pools of water
Blackened by peat;
Energy bursts
Freedom is found
Return on the whistle
Side by side.



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