Defender of a yard unkempt,
neglect and abandon, your companions,
and yet you stay, you loyal
huge dog, half polar bear,
half lion, wholly underappreciated.
It was our folly for taking you from
this place, as you put down all
of your weight, your force, certain
not to be moved away.
Protector of this forsaken place,
we kidnapped you with
good intent. Believe it or not,
we do these things out of love,
and we herd you into a truck,
taking you from a bed of old towels,
wet newspapers, and some
tufts of fur you’ve torn from your tail
We move forward now, but
understand your crying, it is part of the process.
You are scared
of what will happen, if they return
and you are not there
to guard them.
Dog, you are powerful,
gentle to be sure, but indomitable
in will. There is nothing
you could be forced to do
if you did not want to.