Woman In The Colorado Mountain Woods Ii Poem by David McLansky

The vicious dogs with snarling jaws
Suspended their attack;
They wagged their tails
As we stood pale
Burdened by our packs;
We stood amazed
As they played
Around her sun-tanned form;
A see-through blouse, a leather skirt,
Was all that she had on.
Content to smile
She stared awhile
As dogs milled 'bout her legs,
The white dog Sam
Bowed and ran,
Returned to pant and beg.
The sun burned down
And made her frown
And then she calmly said,
'Would you like to stop
And rest awhile
My camp is just ahead.'
She turned around
To slowly bound
Down the wooded slope;
A blur off fur
Followed her
We too as on a rope