I am a Huskie prancing through the snow
I wonder if the birds can understand me
I hear the wind howling everyday
I see my footprints in the snow
I want to find my friends
I am wild and cheeky
I pretended to be happy
I feel upset when I am not with my pack
I touch the snow
I worry about my pack
I cry when I can not find them
I am a Huskie
I understand that we are wild
I say that I will be ok
I dream for them to come back
I try to have fun on my own
I hope for them to come back
I am a Huskie prancing though the snow This poem is about my 2 Huskies at home
I have 1 called Xander and 1 called Cleo
