My wolf

my wolf

A few feet from my cottage perimeter.
A country road curves and bends.
Full of dangers fast cars motorcycles 
Tractors pass by us sometimes 
Way to fast .
Almost hidden in the hedgerow
My little white highland terrier
Not much bigger than a fiurrball
Her Scottish tarten collar
A proud symbol of her origins.
The silver medal with Francis the
Saint of all animals glinting
In the sunlight so he can see 
Her clearly through heavens mist.
My heart wants to bring her in the house.
To keep her from all the dangers.
But I know she has the spirit of the wolf
Inside her chest and needs her freedoms.
Like all good animals.
And i must allow her to be herself
Even if she finds danger.
And breathe a sigh of relief
When she patters into the kitchen
And lapses from her water bowl.
And I know how much. 
I Would grieve
If I lost this little dog
That I love far too much

Authors note

Miss vivi passed away a while ago aged 14

I still think of her and miss her

Jude.