His fur moves up and down as he breathes
enjoying the fall sunshine,
laying on the dark blue rug,
take a bath getting ready for a nap.
His nose muscles
expanding and contracting as he smells something I don't.
A true southern boy—
basking in the warm October air as the bugs chirp.
If he could speak, a deep southern accent would escape from his mouth,
showing his roots, no matter how far from home he travels.