With muscles taut and eyes ablaze,
The Malinois stands, beneath silvered haze.
A coat of fawn, kissed by moonlight’s gleam,
He guards the shadows, in a silent dream.
His ears prick up, at the slightest sound,
Alert and vigilant, on sacred ground.
No thief dares cross, his path unseen,
For loyalty burns, fierce and keen.
He was bred for herding, for work and might,
But his heart holds more, under the starry night.
A bond with his handler, unbreakable and true,
A partnership carved, in shades of blue.
He sprints like lightning, a blur of grace,
Chasing frisbees, with boundless chase.
His mind is sharp, his spirit bold,
Always learning, stories untold.
But beneath the strength, a softness hides,
A love for cuddles, where trust resides.
He’ll nuzzle your hand, with eyes so bright,
His loyalty shines, with a moonlit light.
So raise a voice, to the Malinois bold,
Whose heart is vast, like stories told.
For in his spirit, courage takes flight,
The Malinois moon, guarding the night.