It
took you and your kind twenty-five
thousand
years to get here. Think of all
the
history lived through
your
ancestral
lines
from the wild wolf to man’s best
friend
which
brought you here to
this,
lying
fittingly
in my lap, curled up as
the
fury and faithful creature sounding
the
alarm, warning of thunderous
commotion
or fire, defending from the
threatening
and unfamiliar intruder who
would
breech our security, small as you
may
be, mighty of spirit, though, as Atlas
holding
the world on his shoulders. 'tween
you
and me few words are needed; please
and
thank you are not a necessity; fidelity
is
understood
instinctively. Wherever
I go,
you
follow; when I
must leave you alone,
you
wait patiently for my return. Should
there
be a life hereafter as my eternity, I
would
willingly trade all the purported
peace
and tranquility, come hell or high
tide,
for you at the ready, ever loyal
unconditionally,
tail-wagging by my side.
Chris
Hanch 5-31-18
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