Misty Poem by Phil Soar

As Border Collie's go, she is matched for the breed
Built for working, streamlined for speed
She's a little bit quirky, and quite a lot daft
And couldn't quite make it, in the herding sheep craft

She has moments of panic, and loves playing ball
As intelligence goes, she is missing that call
At least when she wants to, she can be quite bright
And runs off at pace, and is soon out of sight

She will only share love when it's on her own terms
And mixes her pleasure with the things that she learns
She likes being quiet in her own hideaway
And when people call round, she has plenty to say

She is part of the family, but I'm not sure she knows
She will go for a walk, when anyone goes
She hasn't a favourite, prefers her own company
And will never lie close, with her head on your knee

She's really quite nervous, unsure when she's out
But loves being mental, of that there's no doubt
I call her 'My Girlie', she means a lot more
She's a dog for the moment, of that I am sure.