A little poem about Otus
Otus has long feet,
A small face,
Sand and ginger shapes
Across his fur - like a giraffe
With stripes the colour of burnt toffee.
Directly in the Sun
His eyes are prehistoric pure amber
But he is dog, often
He purrs with his tongue out
And sniffs everyone.
A small face,
Sand and ginger shapes
Across his fur - like a giraffe
With stripes the colour of burnt toffee.
Directly in the Sun
His eyes are prehistoric pure amber
But he is dog, often
He purrs with his tongue out
And sniffs everyone.
LJ Ireton
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