Timber

In the moonlit shadows, a canine kink strides,
Timber, the Malamute, With wolf-like pride-
His fur, a cloak of midnight, sleek and bold,
A wild spirit, a story to be told.

Oh, his farts, a comical, pungent art,
A symphony of smells, a canine's part.
Yet, in his mischief, a charm revealed,
A furry friend on the adventure field.

Timber, my spirit dog, in fur and soul,
Guiding me, making broken parts whole.
In every bark, in every playful song,
A connection profound, where I belong.

So here's to Timber, noble and sweet,
A furry companion, our hearts complete.
In the echoes of his howl, the bond is strong,
A tale of rescue, love, where Timber belongs.

And in the whispering winds, the numbers align,
444, a path that's truly mine.
A spiritual guide in fur and paw,
Timber, my companion, forever in awe.