Two White Dogs
Lugnut and Old Boy bark at a four point buck eating fermented apples under a gnarled old tree
They bark at joggers fit and annoyed at the intrusion into their ritual
Two fluffy texans french dogs left and rescued and came home to the wet woods the boggy hollow
Their shift starts before mine Before I leave And ends after mine Before I sleep
They howl at the sirens of police and firemen heralds of needed help
And they greet the delivery people so that they know they may not stay long
They ward off the wild things the raccoons and opossum and yell at the uncaring ravens to begone
And the Coyote's call the yammering yelps sing a song of battle in Ranger's heart so he paces back and forth and whines – “Let me at em!”
Then in the evening they come inside, fences secure treats and headrubs and wrasslin
Until we all sleep Rex on the couch, sprawled out and Ranger next to our bed, childishly close and wary as Cerberus