Timora born beneath the trees,
A mystic howl rides the breeze.
Funny how the moonlight plays,
Guiding her through darkest days.
Loss and grief shaped her path,
Yet humor softened nature's wrath.
Kindness whispered in the night,
Strength renewed by gentle light.
Timora runs through shadows deep,
Mystic secrets she will keep.
Laughing softly, wise and wild,
Survival born from nature's child.
Funny pups, playful and free,
Guided by their mother's plea.
Mystic lessons, laughter strong,
Kindly teaching right from wrong.
Timora stands, proud and wise,
Humor bright within her eyes.
Through storms and stars, mystic led,
Kindness is the path she's tread.