Through my mind's eye
I can see,
the beauty of a creature divine,
whose white fur flows in the wind,
and is brimmed with gold as the sunlight caresses it figure.
standing tall and proud upon a natural stone pedestal,
atop a hil coated in lush green grass,
aside him stands his mate,
bold and black and trimmed in grey,
and below,
their children,
all howling joyfully as to celebrate,
the coming of another day.
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