Barvan Alvarado Poetry

Some time ago he reigned
Street with supreme strength and serpents teeth
Strutting freely from corner to corner
With well groomed shiny fur coat

Malicious to those unknown entering his domain,
A lighthouse, guardian of night.
In daylight, energetic and inquisitive
As a child yearning to play.

Over the years his dominance dwindled
Retreating like a withered vine
Though never did he relinquish his post
For he knew his importance.

Ultimately, I
Couldn’t, didn’t dream
Doom, death, disease could drop
In and take him away.

As his clock neared midnight,
A guardian angel to the end,
Never appearing ail or scorned from time
One day my dog just vanished into the woods.

Poet: Barvan Alvarado