Missy the Husky
Missy is a priss
Living in bliss
Who does things her way
Laying in bed all day
Her smile is so sweet
Always wanting a treat
Husky eyes all lined in black
Intelligence she does not lack
When she barks no sound she makes
A strange howl you can’t mistake
Daddy’s favorite she will always be
The only girl of the three
A sniff or a tear
Quickly she draws near
With a lick and a hug
Making you feel loved
Outside she loves no matter the degree
Ears flapping in the breeze
When I call she will tease
Wanting me to come out to freeze
Copyright © Dianna Collier | Year Posted 2022
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