Author's Note: My first ToS thing...as well as my first attempt at a poem. This is dedicated to that awesome "dog," for always getting me safely away from the enemies on the World Map. We love you, Noishe!
When he is called
he comes.
At a mere whistle
he leaps
wiggling with ecstasy
to greet his master.
He is mounted
and they run.
His paws are thunder
the wrath of the heavens
striking the earth.
His fur is like receding winter snow
with emerald grass hesitantly appearing.
He takes great, jovial bounds
joyous to live.
Pink tongue lolling
white side heaving
he stretches his body
to its fullest extent.
Running, running
running forever.
He leaps over all terrain
Never slowing
his master's gentle caress
bringing endless elation.
He runs for the horizon
just him and his master.
