Fiji Storm

The fluff is the colour of a cool grey storm,
his paws the colour of a beautiful snowy mountain,
with streaks of gold string.
He has eyes so small but yet innocent,
his blank face watching me,
as if he were congratulating me,
on all my hard work.
With his pink little nose covered by all his fur.
His fluffy bunny ears,
which hang low
lined with a bronze leather,
that reminds me of the sun setting
leaving a beautiful lining around the clouds.
He has yet to have a resting place,
as he comes to all places with me