Goodnight, Little Sentinel


But days ago, you spent morrows in meadows.
You rifled through fields of plants, trampled grass
On paws too big for your mouse-sized body,
But steps so confident that you could race
Across plains, mountains, forests, or beaches,
Adrenaline, your only cause or care.

The sun then rose, midday light streaming through
On where you liked to lay, your rug your post.
Retired were your running days, now spent here,
Raising your head only to bark at doors--
Visitor or intruder?
You never knew the difference. Oh well--
And you became our guard, though not a fearless one.

But now, the light of your life is long gone away.
And age has whittled down your spirit,
Trotting around with style and grace,
But never that unadulterated joy.

As your one working eye flutters shut,
Know you've protected us well.

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