Thread: Poems

Daylight fading, no creature stirring
Waiting, breathing, me and my boy
Wind lacing the air, warm anticipation
Not a sound, just breathing, from me and my boy,
Oiled bolt, oiled skin and dog tonight my kin
Not a sound, just waiting

Tan fur breaks twigs, then rustles into our domain,
Waiting and breathing, me and my boy
Steel bolt slides and feeds and tan furs life is hung
A squeeze, a crack, a pill in his lung

Leaving our outpost, nothing to prove
Bolts and dashes and hunts and grooves
Guards the catch unwavering loyalty in his eyes
He waits for me, sitting, breathing, does my boy

Good lad I utter, another day in Gods own I mutter,
He waits and breathes and does this for me,
No conflict, no boundaries, just me and my boy

Returning home to hot fire and wine
He's constant, steady, content with me
Ready for whatever tomorrow will bring
Now sleeping, breathing, always waiting, my boy