Here’s a sonnet for my crazy little pup.
In morning’s light, young Phoenix stirs from rest,
A playful spirit, full of joy and glee,
Her life a cozy haven, richly blessed,
With warmth and love as boundless as the sea.
She romps and teases with her older kin,
Her days a blend of laughter, sleep, and play,
Her eyes alight with mischief deep within,
A lucky pup in every single way.
Yet thoughts drift to those left in cold and shade,
Poor souls who roam without a loving home,
Where shelter’s scarce and comfort is delayed,
Their dreams of care and safety left to roam.
Dear Phoenix, born to fortune’s gentle hand,
Live well and loved, a life so sweet and grand.
Roaming Frames 
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