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 bedÂ
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.