by Deedee little
The greeter,
in loving memory of Sable
We will call her the Greeter although she's much more
She'd run to greet, when family rolled up the drive.
The first to get petted, the first to say hi.
that sweet Aussie smile, those laughing golden eyes.
Made family feel welcome, right up to the door.
One day a strange man drove up in her drive
She greeted him too but with a snarl and fuss
The brisled hair on her back was standing up
her eyes, they looked wild,with those teeth gleeming white
Strangers beware, a greeter knows you've arrived