Born of sunshine and dust, a blur of mottled might,
Australian Cattle Dog, eyes keen and burning bright.
Speckled coat, a tapestry of red and blue,
Underneath, a restless heart, loyal and true.
He nips at heels, not out of spite, but born to guide,
A symphony of barks, his language, untamed, untried.
Through endless fields, he dances, tireless and free,
Herding beasts ten times his size, a sight to truly see.
He sleeps beneath the Milky Way, stars his only guide,
Dreaming of chases, where cattle flow like the tide.
His loyalty runs deeper than any outback stream,
For his mate, his flock, his purpose, an unwavering dream.
He may wear a scowl, but his heart holds boundless cheer,
A playful spirit hiding, ever seeking to revere.
He trots alongside the horses, dust swirling in his wake,
The perfect partner, the truest friend, no mistake.
So raise a hat to the Cattle Dog, the legend of the plain,
His spirit etched in sunburnt soil, his courage etched in rain.
For in his speckled soul, the outback spirit burns,
A loyal guardian, forever he returns.