Crimson Oracle
Reflection
In the depths of the crimson fur, a wisdom gazes back,
A mirror to the soul, where truths are tracked.
The eyes, like lanterns in the night,
Illuminate the path, a guiding light.
The face, a map of lines and creases deep,
A topography of experience, where stories sleep.
The nose, a gentle curve, a sense so fine,
Drinking in the world, with a subtle design.
The fur, a fiery halo, a crown of might,
A symbol of the wild, where freedom takes flight.
In this majestic creature, we see our own face,
A reflection of our deepest, most primal place.
A call to connect with nature's inner voice,
To listen to the whispers, and make a heartfelt choice.