A husky rests, serene and still,
With eyes as deep as winter’s chill.
One blue, one brown—a mystic’s gaze,
Holding worlds of quiet ways.
Soft fur brushes against a hand,
Trust formed like footprints in the sand.
Leashed but free in spirit’s grace,
With wisdom shining from his face.
A calm beneath the bustling hum,
Where man and beast find comfort’s drum.
In tiled hallways, lights aglow,
A silent bond begins to grow.