Verse]
In the hush of the whelping box, where shadows softly creep,
Millicent curled her massive frame, seven hearts asleep.
Gunther, smallest of the seven, tucked beneath her chin,
A fragile spark of Rottweiler blood, so new, so thin.
Days blurred like autumn rain, warm and dark and slow,
One by one his siblings stirred, eyes began to glow.
Brown and bright they met the world, curious and wide,
While Gunther nestled closer still, too small to hide.
Then came his turn, so quiet, a trembling fragile grace—
His left eye cracked, a warm deep brown, like earth in soft embrace.
The right lid lifted slowly, and ice-blue fire shone,
A startling, lonely beauty that was his and his alone.
Millicent’s breath caught sharp, a dagger in her chest,
She blinked against the wonder, fearing she’d been blessed—or cursed.
She lowered her broad muzzle, studied that vivid divide,
One eye the color of hearth-fire, the other winter tide.
Oh, my tiny warrior, my runt with mismatched sight,
What rare and fragile spirit have you carried through the night?
The world will rush upon you now, with all its joy and pain,
Adventures bright and sorrows deep, through sun and pouring rain.
You’ll run through golden fields one day, strong legs beneath the sky,
Chase the wind with mighty heart, hear the wild wolves cry.
But tonight you’re still my baby, blind no more yet small,
And something in your different eyes makes this old mother fall.
Little Gunther, eyes of two worlds, one warm, one cold as stone,
You’ve opened to the light at last, no longer mine alone.
I see your joy, your future bright, adventures yet to roam—
Yet melancholy wraps my heart… you’ll leave this nest, my home.
A quiet wonder stirs in me, heavy as the years,
For every pup that leaves my side has taught me silent tears.
You carry something rare, my son, a soul both fierce and sweet,
Heterochromic dreamer, with the whole wide world to meet.
I’ll watch you tumble, bold and brave, through laughter, love, and fight,
Grow into that Rottweiler strength, a guardian in the night.
But in this moment, tucked so close, your first glance meets my own—
Two colors staring back at me, and I feel so alone.
The whelping box grows colder now, though bodies press in tight,
Tomorrow you will chase the sun, beyond my watchful sight.
So let me hold this fragile hush, this bittersweet goodbye,
My smallest love with ancient eyes beneath the fading sky.
Final Chorus (soft, fading):
Gunther, eyes of wonder, warm and blue as distant seas,
You’ve seen the world for the first time—now go, be wild and free.