Snow‑White Pete’s Tender Search

 Snow‑White Pete’s Tender Search

Snow‑white paws upon the ground so fair,
Pete the Puggle scampers through the morning air.
“Where’s Mom?” he wonders, nose twitching slow,
Roman cheers, “She’s close—just follow her glow.”

Dad Lenny’s voice, gentle and so kind,
“Little buddy, trust your heart and mind.”
Mariya’s arms, warm as sunlight’s kiss,
“Soon you’ll find your mom, pure joy and bliss.”

Pete sniffs the breeze, tail swaying free,
Guided by love’s soft melody.
Roman calls, “You’re doing great, go on!”
Lenny hums a tune at the break of dawn.

Suddenly there, near a blooming rose,
Mariya’s silhouette in gentle repose.
Pete bounds forward, delight in his eyes—
Reunited in joy beneath morning skies.

Mom’s embrace, soft as winter snow,
Heart aglow with love’s warm glow.
Family gathers—Roman, Lenny, Mariya too—
In Mom’s arms, Pete finds home, pure and true.