He is like a god to me alpha of my pack, my rescuer and my rock: his breath like beef’s bouquet his words like brittle bones breaking in my mouth.
Our touch like summer as I rest my head on his strong thigh: gazing adoration staring petition.
I stalk him for the crumb that falls from his plate: and wait patiently for scraps of skin from his repast.
When indecision strikes to eat or not to eat: He nobly leads me to the door and tethered takes me out.
He leads me through musky canine saffron sage scented pastures: and corrects me when squirrels like sins tempt me to stray.
We romp through rugs of red and russet fallen fronds: foraging for foully fragrant food delight of doggy dentes.
I am his humble hound: he my mighty man.
An exercise in personification. The poem uses the metaphor of a dog's devotion for our relationship with the divine.
I thank Kareneisenlord Klge for her feedback, especially the image of yellow scented sage that allowed me to improve the 5th stanza, and the suggestion of more visual imagery that lead me to add the 6th stanza.