Whispers of Twilight

In twilight's hush, where shadows play,

There roams a friend in the fading day,

Not wolf nor hound in tales of lore,

But a guardian spirit, forevermore.

With eyes like galaxies, deep and wise,

A faithful heart beneath the skies,

Not merely a companion, but a kindred soul,

Bound by love's unspoken, eternal role.

In the silence of night, a whispering bark,

A symphony of loyalty, in the dark,

Through valleys deep and mountains high,

This four-legged poet under the sky.

A wanderer's heart, yet anchored true,

A seeker of joy in all they do,

Not just a creature of fur and bone,

But a muse of love, in a world unknown.

So raise a toast to the dog's tender gaze,

To their playful antics and heartfelt ways,

For in their presence, a poem unfolds,

Of untamed spirit, forever bold.