Southern Boy

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.

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