A tiny creature

Bark so much louder than his bite

Although,

He’ll bite if given half a chance

Full of sound and fury

Signifying when he didn’t

get his nap

He rules over all that he sees

His domain of ice and fire,

or paw patrol and legos,

Whichever he believes it to be

At that moment.

His toys are his toys,

But woe if you try to do anything else,

Because that is the moment

Your toys are his toys as well.

The cats fear him,

The dog tolerates him

His sisters hide their valuables

from this dangerous monster.

“The little brother”