Not just an animal

Half his fur white, like the froth of the sea waves.
His squeaks a call, a sign of food.
He runs from danger
and hides under everything.

Half his fur brown, like the dry dirt of the outback.
His call warning of danger,
hiding in wait of the stranger,
ready to run at any moment.

He is cunning and quick,
to make his escape
to catch him is a chore
once he is out.

But that chore will be quick,
as I know his every trick.
because he's more than just
an animal, he's my friend.