January 04, 2010

Dogs... and stars

When I come home on winter nights, Orion stands guard over me. I leave him at the doorstep, a nebula hanging from his belt and Sirius bright and eager at his heels. Inside is my own canis major, all wag and scrabble; yet when I take Scout out for her evening walk she is a hunter, focused and muscular in the starlight and no hint of the soft puppy who greets me at the door.