Snowball!

The word “White” brought to mind two white beasts that live with me- my West Highland Terrier dogs, Cloudy and Snowball,

For those unfamiliar with this dog breed, it has a somewhat sad history. Colonel Edward Donald Malcolm, bred it after shooting one of his reddish-brown Terriers (possibly a Cairn Terrier) during a hunt.

And so it is that I write a tribute poem to the West Highland Terrier. Enjoy!

૮₍ •ᴥ• ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ₍՞•ﻌ•՞₎ (◕ᴥ◕ʋ)૮₍ •ᴥ• ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ₍՞•ﻌ•՞₎ (

They drenched me in white,

Pale ghost in Highland’s heath–

To stand out from rustle and spite

To live, not embrace death.

૮₍ •ᴥ• ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ₍՞•ﻌ•՞₎ (◕ᴥ◕ʋ)૮₍ •ᴥ• ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ₍՞•ﻌ•՞₎ (

So the hunter’s eye floundered–

“Too close in red, like a fox,” he said,

He pulled the rifle’s trigger

And left my small form crumpled.

૮₍ •ᴥ• ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ₍՞•ﻌ•՞₎ (◕ᴥ◕ʋ)૮₍ •ᴥ• ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ₍՞•ﻌ•՞₎ (

Not just a ball of fur,

Or just white on the plains

But a heart, warm and sincere,

Torn by silent strain.

૮₍ •ᴥ• ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ₍՞•ﻌ•՞₎ (◕ᴥ◕ʋ)૮₍ •ᴥ• ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ₍՞•ﻌ•՞₎ (

Now every Snowball howls gently–

Furballs borne of pain,

They do survive, an honoured gentry,

Pure strength in what remains.

૮₍ •ᴥ• ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ₍՞•ﻌ•՞₎ (◕ᴥ◕ʋ)૮₍ •ᴥ• ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ₍՞•ﻌ•՞₎ (

૮₍ •ᴥ• ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ₍՞•ﻌ•՞₎ (◕ᴥ◕ʋ)૮₍ •ᴥ• ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ₍՞•ﻌ•՞₎ (

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