The sentinel is unarmed, clothed in red.
As red as blood, a symbol of vigilance.
Its eyes, small like beads, but always wary.
Ears rounded but undisturbed.
Point, and it will look out for you.
Covered in fur, overcoming the coldest winters.
It will watch over your deepest slumber.
Keep you warm and make you feel safe.
Accompany you through the loneliest nights.
Talk and it will listen to the end.
Friend you turn to when life gets difficult.
Most importantly, be in my place when I cannot be present.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
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