What goes before me?

What goes before me?

In the wake of dusk, when
the ambered Sun goes down westward
after the day’s default journey,
when the cowherd drives home
the cattle back from the grazing spot,
in the dim evening ,
when I set out for a walk,
What goes before me? What follows me,
What accompanies me?
It is not Belinda’s lap dog,
nor it is Cerberus the three-headed dog,
It is not the white puppy with its
wagging tail with thick spongy fur,
it is the Avatar’s incognito
symbol, His pet to protect me.
that goes before me.