I am their scouring wind and rain, their hunt, their combing underbrush.I lay the soft downs on which they writhe and roll and sleep in peaceful abandon.
I keep their lair, I make it warm, dry, well-lined and safe,
And sun and clouds mirror my love and gratefulness for their presence in my life.
The dogs think...
All day and night on guard we lie, we watch her home, we stand off thieves, We keep the boundaries strong and safe, even thunder is at bay.
Enclosed within, tender others (careless by nature) gently harry us,
And make us smile as we lie, slowly breathing soft breezes and calming rains.
Intruders beware, only she and her son are allowed!
© h/m/q, Oct 2004