[Image Author’s Own]
Ever vigilant lookout for mistress,
he watches, waits, sees movement and then warns.
Muscular guard becloaked in fur, distress
only for possibility, the thorn
of doubt, that he might fail in duty, born
from a great love for his caring mistress.
Whatever danger, whichever foe, dawn
to dusk his job is never done. Once dressed,
he is treated to her thanks, let loose, let
free to run, to frolic in the snow, chase
flakes and leaves, thrown balls. To play, simply. Get
chance to reconnect with his inner, yet
still strong, puppy self. Tongue lolls happy, pace
slows, as the snow settles. Back home to rest.
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]