Whispers of Serenity

In the stillness, a guardian lies, With fur as black as the night's disguise, And white as the snow that gently falls, This gentle soul, with eyes that enthrall. The wooden floor, a canvas worn, Echoes stories of days forlorn, The wall behind, a testament to time, With characters that whisper a mystic rhyme. The dog's gaze, a window to the soul, A reflection of a peaceful role, In this serene and contemplative space, The world slows down, and finds its place. The artist's brush, a dance of light, Captures the essence of this quiet night, A moment frozen, a memory kept, A testament to the beauty that's slept.