White and golden fur and floppy ears,
Drifting where the sunlight steers.
Paws outstretched on waves of gold,
Riding warmth, so soft, so bold.
The morning spills its golden gleam,
A lazy, drifting, glowing stream.
They surf the light with peaceful grace,
Dreams of chasing, dreams of space.
Sun-warmed noses, gentle sighs,
Clouds reflected in closed eyes.
Breeze-kissed fur, the world drifts on,
As they slumber in the dawn.
No rush, no chase, no need to run—
Just dogs, just dreams, just endless sun.
-an original poem by TJ Tryon
