Rolling open space
Sandstone crumbles beneath feet
Watercolor stained hills
Bleeding pinks
Purples
Yellows
Twirling gusts
Rosy cheeks
Tan frosted mutt
Older than he knows
Challenging
Steep
Unforgiving inclines
Playing chicken with nature
Unwilling to give up
His puppy ways
One misstep could be fatal
Unaware
But he is an animal
People encounter similar trials
Teeter-tottering
On the edge of destruction
I will rescue my dog
Who will save them?
– Breelyn Shelkey
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