Three backs I spy ahead of me
three backs beside a peaceful sea.
Salt water plays upon their feet
a scene not played on a city street.
They walk along this sandy shore
on a chilly winter morn
companions these three
it is plain to see.
A beach with room for all to roam
together they walk among the foam.
Invisibly bound content this way
invisibly bound this is their way.
My family these three side by side
not left behind I watch with pride.
Together no sounds do they need
bonded with silence as their creed.
Footsteps left behind in the sand
eight paws two feet reside where they land.
Two look up to the one as they do
the one looks down upon the two.
To watch them a privilege for me.
This special moment spent by the sea
a bond only known by a few
a bond I am proud to view
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