My Dog

When it’s late, my dog prowls the night

With a deadly glint in his eye

Seeing if there is anyone he might want to fight

Looking carefully to those who pass by.

 

When my dog plays ball

Seeing a streak of red and white

He won’t even come if you call

But he is a dog who is bright.

 

He likes to be on my bed 

Sleeping there when were away

With a feeling of dread

Wondering will they come back today?

 

My dog loves our fire

With the orange glow on his back

Filling us with desire

Making him hungry for a snack.