Rosy Oracle
Reflection
In the depths of crimson fur, a soul awakens,
Gazing with eyes that burn like embers.
A mystic creature, half-hidden, half-revealed,
A guardian of secrets, a heart that's concealed.
With fur of rose and skin of gray,
It watches, waits, and sees the way.
Through the veil of pink and blue,
A wisdom ancient, pure, and true.
In its gaze, a story's told,
Of a world both fierce and cold.
Yet, in its eyes, a warmth is found,
A connection to the heart's profound.
A symbol of the wild and free,
A reminder of what's meant to be.
A rosy oracle, a mystic guide,
Leading us through the unknown tide.