Saturday 13 May 2017

My Husky afterall

His blue eyes
sometimes naughty,
sometimes needy.
Love is what he asks for,
Attention what he needs.

His white and grey fur,
smooth and fluffy,
lovely and amazing.
He does zoomies
at the name of park.

He is stubborn
for walks and treats.
He acts naive,
when I find his sinful deeds.

He sings to tunes
of my favorite songs.
He howls to times
when I say no.

He hates bath,
but likes mud and poop bath.
He loves my overly love,
but hates me patting other poodle.

He is husky after all ,
He is my companion,
till the death pull us apart.


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