My Lad

My lad has eyes of brown
His fur is black and tan
He greets me every day
With laughter
Unconditional devotion
Complete trust
When I am silly,
His tongue lolls out in mirth
When I am sad
He nuzzles me and lets me weep,
Round his neck
When I am melancholy
He gives me his belly to scratch
When I am lonely
He tells me firmly that he is here.
When I am fierce,
He gives me his throat.
He bows to me in plea,
He talks to me,
In Husky language.
We run with the moon,
Walk in the sun
And he is ever present.
His name is Lakota,
His heart steadfast,
My protection and love
Is all he lives for,
He is mine,
I am his.
My lad is true.