Companions

Scarce larger than a mote,
than the tear gathering in my
eye at the chill of this 
languidly snowy afternoon,
the tiny creature is everywhere
at once, frantic, exhilarated
on the loose; in fact its Toy
self surrounding me - here, no
there, as it charges and leaps,
moves in, on, around and out
in the blissful joy of being -
contagious in its exquisite
love of life. I would, if I could
bend low to grasp that 
caramel-ivory tyke, and clasp
it close, warming it with my
affectionate admiration. But
the old yellow Labrador
glowers suspiciously, protective
of his dynamic companion.