The west end of the valley
Stays light when all goes dark
No houses anywhere close
The dogs begin to bark.
Hubby laughs and says,
"You watch too many alien shows!"
But he doesn't hear the mountains talk
Or watch the way the dogs go.
It's not their game bark
They do not "bay" a trail
The dogs face the southwest
Bark and tuck their tails.
If my farm pack could only talk
To tell me what they hear
I could smile at Hubby and say
"It ain't no blooming deer!"
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