Sydney

Sydney’s fur shines like a bar of gold,
But is as light as a clear blue sky,
Though her legs have mischievous ruby red patches,
And define who she is,
She smells like dirt that lays in our yard,
Yellow bright daises that sway in the mint fresh wind,
Since she was the size of my hand her
Tiny little baby ears crumpled like a potato chip.
She’s tiny like her mum,
But has a head like her dad,
Her eyes are like charcoal,
And show the shape of the moon.