With the golden eyes of a pharaoh –

Her forebears brought down lions –

Under the sweltering skies of the high veldt:

Lithe and supple, fleet of foot,

She covers this northern turf

With ceaseless leaps and bounds.

Her loyalty is unbounded by species,

Affiliation is to the death.

Recognition is fixed in her world of smell:

No subtleties of intent, no deceptions of manner,

No sins of commission or omission:

Just the plain unvarnished tale of a life, lived.