Gutsy and brave,
Soft and plush like a newborn baby koala,
Strong enough to enter and concur your soul,
As courageous as a majestic, regal, noble lion,
She is a box of pure treasure,
Fast enough to catch your eye,
Tinted eyes to get lost in.

The smell of thorny roses and a cold beverage on a hot summer's day,
More meaningful than the burnt ashes of a phoenix,
Long fearful claws on the rough textured gravel,
A hiding warrior.

A daring dog that speaks to me about her dreams,
The sound of her panting as she trots along the lush green picturesque forest,
Her stare that eyes you down,
Her bark and growl enveloping and penetrating your soul,
Teeth that are pristine white like our bones inside,
Cleanses your soul and gives you something to think about,
The body of a dog but really a heart of gold.