Ode to the Bahamian Potcake
On islands kissed by turquoise seas,
Where sun and sand eternally meet,
Roams a dog with a noble ease,
The Potcake, nature's feat.
With ears that perk to every sound,
And eyes that speak of tales untold,
In the Bahama breeze they are found,
These strays, with hearts of gold.
Born of mixed and rugged breed,
No pedigree to claim their name,
Yet in their stance, there's no mislead,
A spirit wild, untamed by fame.
Their coats, a patchwork of the earth,
Mottled browns, and blacks, and grays,
Tell stories of their island birth,
Of sun-drenched skies and rainy days.