Pups of the winter

Sleep dwells beyond the night

The ancient harp sings in chimes

Signalling an hour of the wild old sight

Prophesies lost to unfocused rhymes

And the howling mother.

Darkness embraces every child

A chill of sweet breath and shivers warm

Domesticated cousins of the wild

They yelp with love, for all lovelorn

And huddle in a cuddle together.

Harm doesn’t reach them, protected and strong

Are eyes watching those who mayn’t last long.