When I’m outside and it’s sunny,

This fawn coat of mine comes alive.

Not just brown, there’s shades, like five;

From chocolate to golden honey,

Tons of contrast, nothing’s runny.

This beautiful fawn coat of mine;

Soft as velvet, to touch divine.

Following the dreaded bath time,

Washing away the week’s worth of grime;

Each strand of fur like silken twine.

Prompted from Ronovan Writes Decima Poetry Challenge Prompt at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/09/22/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-76-sunny-in-the-a-rhyme-line/.