In a realm of hues so bright and bold,

An artist’s vision starts to unfold.

With brush in hand and heart so light,

He paints a pup, a sheer delight.

This dog of dreams, with colors gleaming,

Born from the artist’s fanciful scheming.

Eyes that sparkle, fur so fine,

In every stroke, a love divine.

Yet the artist, with a playful grin,

Admits he knows not where to begin.

“What breed is this?” he asks with glee,

“Is it a dog or fantasy?”

A masterpiece that draws the eye,

Beneath a vivid, painted sky.

Crowds gather 'round, their smiles wide,

In this bright pup, pure joy they find.

No pedigree or lineage clear,

Just a canvas filled with cheer.

The artist’s heart, so pure and free,

Created more than he could see.

For in that fur of every hue,

Lies a magic known by few.

A puppy born from dreams and art,

That touches every viewer’s heart.

So here’s to the creator’s hand,

And his work so grand and grand.

A pup unknown, yet loved by all,

A bright star in an artist’s hall.

Though breed unknown, one truth remains,

In every brushstroke, love sustains.

For art like this, so pure and true,

Shows the world through a joyful view.