Dauphy Dauphin, my black dog An animal who's very wise Twelve years old, the saddest eyes Unspoken canine dialogue. In puppy-hood, we'd often jog With mate, long dead, 'neath sunny skies Or river swim, three great allies Then rest beside the old marsh bog. They say that wisdom comes with age We mellow as we yet grow old And folly is a thing of youth. What can he teach, this canine sage? I dread the thought of him grown cold Am I too late to learn his truth?
A favourite nature poem is this sonnet to my black Labrador Dauphin (Dauphy) who died earlier this year, shortly after this was written. It is one of only a small number of serious poems I ‘ve written.