For a Mastiff

Walking to a beat,
     sometimes forlorn sometimes bitchy,
often cadenced but finally home
     Did she reach the place?
Was she ever always there as she needed to be
     she knows and They do
slowly the circle completes
     revolves as the turns take one elsewhere
and yet what brings around that succour
     looking and seeking,
Taking and giving
                          ahh giving till it hurts
     and then it doesn't ,
cause once at the place  
it comes back as it always was meant to
     Should she have known?
Sometimes the answer is in front and
We don't see it
     and Yet the birds always know
and whispered breezes tell All