The dog lays cuddled in the corner of the lit house
enjoying the warmth from the comforting fire.
Occasionally a hand reaches, scratching behind
the ear or patting down the fur. The love is palpable.
A thankful lick is granted, the happiness and
Outside a noise develops, slow at first, annoying, then
more threatening, dangerous.
The ears perk, the heart quickens, and duty calls.
Powerful legs carry me to the door, and I chase away
the intruder, away from here.
There is always one who threatens the love,
always waiting for the opportunity to steal the joy,
but I won’t let them. I will protect.
I stand at the edge of happiness and howl.