A clouded haze of silver

hopping down angelically, pointed ears resting to the

left and right

like fluttering wings

continually perked awaiting flight...

dark eyes wide and shimmering;

pools of melted chocolate from Ferrero Roche commercials,

a small, lily-pad pink tongue hanging like a bandana down over

the front of someone’s neck, flagging 

up

and 

down

in the darting wind.

and from the depths of this ball of fluff, this cute little creature

that grips your heart with paws of steel

there arises 

ROARghHF ROARghF ROOOOOOARRRghHHHFF!

when a sliver of darkened blue and a tan leather bag encasing a mountain of letters

come into view on the front step.

“Shhhh…,” you say, 

dragging back on her tiny (cute!) body

“It’s just the mailman.”

and yet her warnings are incessant,

your favorite floofy bodyguard determined to save you.