Crimson Oracle

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.