Melt, Snowman, Melt

A noble dog who
Wakes from sleep
Whenever he hears a baby cry
Or a woman’s scream
Whether on television or on walk
His instinct is to protect,
To comfort
But his burly presence
Has limits,
The howl of arctic winds
Leave him barely able to focus
And the rounds of a snowman
Put him in that get or be gotten posture
That does more to harm his reputation
Than all the good
From his caring, family man way
Let this sun stoked respite
From winter’s prolonged attack
Burn away these temporary statues
Freaking out my dog

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