A dog's eyes

At 10 days there's but a glint,

a hint of what lies behind

The lids, born seal'd. 

At 8 weeks, the eyes so bright,

sparkling with mischief,

Not a care in the world. 

At 1 year they seek your approval,

exchanging glances, a questioning look,

"Master, what is your bidding?" 

At 6 years the gaze of experience,

knowing, caring.

Responsibility to his owners. 

At 9 a look of contentment,

satisfaction.

Willing to let the quick pace

belong to others. 

At 12 there's but a glint,

a hint of what lies ahead.

The eyes, they faintly smile, mostly hope

they'll still be loved and cared for

Until the time the lids once again are seal'd. 

(Sue Hamilton, September 17, 1988)