Calling:
Great Pink Poodle, follow the scent of the sacred;
hunt down thd prey of the holy.
You of light hue, with beribboned ears
You of light hue, with beribboned tale:
we call to you in the ancient way,
as is right and true,
as our ancestors did.
We throw the stick of our prayers:
fetch it and bring back the gods.
Come to us, Pink Poodle.
Sit. Stay. Good dog.
Farewell:
Pink Poodle, who dances about our legs,
run through woods and fields,
doing your thing against tree and stone.
But come when you are called
for you are a good dog.
Good by for now.
Go for a walk.
But come home when you hear your sacred call,
the Squeaky Call of Summoning.
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