When In Doubt

As it is not in the feral minded
creature's nature to harbour the
uncertainty of doubt, for no movement
however slight fails to be captured
by her expectant eye, no whisper
of sound escapes her acute hearing
no odour capable of bypassing 
her olfactory sense, she has the
confidence to bark: stop! Who
goes there? For she takes seriously
her self-appointed stewardship of 
these forest trails, her responsibility
as guardian deeply impressed on
brain, mind and soul ensconced
in twelve pounds of bone, sinew
muscle and flesh, inspiring her
brother to join the chorus. None
may pass before her authorization
yet many do since she is at heart
of generous disposition, giving
leave to pass on the understanding
it is her authority and hers alone
that magnanimously grants passage.