Another trip to the desert where the sky performs at dawn, the coffee hits just right, and the dogs pretend they’re on patrol (but really just want belly rubs). There’s something about this place that strips away the noise and fills you up with something quieter, deeper. Good for the soul, even when your “guard dogs” are just here for the snacks.
Morning whispers through the desert air, Juniper scents linger, light and rare. Golden rays pierce a cloudy shield, Illuminating hills, a secret revealed. The breeze, a gentle, rhythmic tease, Weaves its song through rugged trees. Crows converse in cackled prose, As the sun bids farewell, its amber glows. Loki lounges, sharp-eyed and keen, A husky guard in a desert scene. Jackson sprawls, calm and composed, In his tan vest, his purpose exposed. Two companions, steadfast and true, Under skies painted gold and blue. The breeze tells tales of an open plain, As they listen close, their patience plain. Ha! Loki’s sharp eyes might deceive, But at the first sound, he’d probably leave. Jackson, though calm, would wag and greet, Turning the intruder’s plan to sweet retreat. Guard dogs, they’re not—that’s plain to see, But their charm alone is security. Who needs protection with love this grand, When they’re stealing hearts across the land? Bound by trust, these loyal friends, Protect the camp till the daylight ends. Nature’s hymn, raw and free, Sings of love, loyalty, and serenity.