As the idea of you reached fruition,
genetic makeup tumbled through space from infinity
like dice, with volitional intention.
This idea landed here with black & white markings
the opposite of that considered normal.

Outlines of black with white, trace the marking
of that which defines you
here in the confines concrete, and wood.

A definition of marking - not masking.
Not defining you, but presenting you,
with a smiling face, a wet tongue,
and a tail wagging at the end of your body.
A body containing a simple soul - love.

A body that creates movement, like art,
like smiles, frowns, scratching,
and, your tail wagging at the end of infinity.

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