I can’t draw, so instead I wrote a short poem about my fursona

His fur is yellow, light as sand
To touch is mighty soft
He’s brushed and clean, his paws pristine
His ears stand high aloft

A nicer tail you ne’er have seen
It’s bushy, bright and bold
It flicks and wags and winds around
Who e’er he wants to hold

He drinks more coffee than water
Rather caffeinated
A cup of brew from him to you
Leaves you quite elated

When you’re listening to music
If you give him the aux
Prepare your ears for your worst fears
A heavy metal fox

He’s rather shy, he’d rather die
Than once answer has phone
When e’er it rings he quakes in fear
And sounds a dreadful groan

The nicest night to spend with him
Is snuggled on the couch
He’s cozy, cuddly, hug him tight
Against his shoulder slouch