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/.