Large and fluffy, his winters coat
Black and shiny, sleek and smooth
He guards his pack, and keeps them fed
A leader he is, but oh so calm and gentle
A gentle giant who rules with peace
He adorns a menacing underbite, his bottom jaw stuck out, giving off the appearance of a lion
His mane puffed around his neck
His claws sharp and precise
He bounds elegantly around the house, with a look of purpose in his glowing, yellow-orange eyes
Yet, he's so kind
He rolls around on the floor, and lets you run your fingers through his extravagant coat
A soft purr drifting in the background noise.
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Unprofessional Poems
PoetryJust poems that were written by a teenager who does really know what she's doing. Please read. I promise they're not terrible- just unprofessional, and sometimes kind of angsty.
