Retrieving

 
I dropped the dummy midst the  mole hills;  
Jack sniffing out rabbits In the hedge rows.  
He never kills,his to retrieve,  
I call him to heel sitting and eager;  
He knows the score. point down the field  
where lies the dummy-  
That's the game! All for biscuits  
and my delight; I point and he is gone.  
The breeze from the west to the east he runs  
tail streaming-black then as quick he turns  
west against the breeze ,in careful sweeps  
quarters the field until he has the scent;  
straight as cupid's dart the dummy in his mouth,  
gentle as if a pheasant.  
To my heel, happy eyes a dummy at my feet,  
Again and yet again we played, unfailing  
retrieves, until time for home by dusk.  
Slippers at my feet feigning sleep,  
Waiting for his supper.