She has a dog her name is Willow
Her fur was soft almost like a pillow
She had golden fur like silk
she rarely drank milk
Her face was soft like a lion’s mane
Don’t let that fool you she was never tame
She ran and jumped and napped a bunch
She was wild to the core but never was a bore
She was psycho a little but never was she brittle
She was strong as an ox
She was a master of the predator game
She plowed through the snow on a winter’s day
Trying to catch the the creatures down below
She was my favorite of the litter may I must say
There were others like her but they were just not the same
She was her own species she was special she is Willow