Precious

Precious our mini-foxy is brave.
She runs at the pony's hooves yapping,
To show that she is on duty.
She chases the small birds,
That invade our territory.
And sounds her loud warning bark,
At the approach of any strange car,
Or human on foot.

Precious watches over my daughter,
Who gets fatigued,
By her nightmare induced insomnia,
And makes her feel safe.
She sleeps in her pink bean-bag at the foot of the bed,
With one ear open.
Sometimes, when it is too cold,
Or she can't be bothered,
She defecates inside the house.
We forgive her this small indiscretion,
Because she is brave...

At least when we are at home with her.