Softly breathing her eyes cast in
slumber, with long eye lashes curling
in protective watch.

A noise from the street awakens her
briefly, but safe in her lair she drifts
back to peace and restful sleep.
She is LOVE.

Her legs tired from younger day's when she
had wings and could soar.

Rest my sweet pet, rest, and awaken to
a new morrow to soar once more.

In memory of puppy 2002-April 18, 2012