HI! I'm Sam. :} I wrote this poem about Iggy when we were up in Alaska.

His eyes are yellow like a light gold color and his fur is all black like the pitch black sky but with just a hint of grey. He's young but not as young as a pup, just as young as a mature adult. His paws are big as they press against the newly fallen snow, leavin prints as he runs freely through the dark forsaken forest. He doesnt just run with his pack, he runs by himself at times when the time seems right and the moon is fully developed. He runs alone, alone at night when it's all peaceful and his kin is asleep. Almost every night he goes out and runs through the darkness of midnight. Even though it's black darkness in the middle of the night, there's still enough light from the full moon to see where he runs off to, he runs fast, peacefully through the dark forest. The moon is shimmering on the snow-fallen trees, the Aurora lights are flowing like a river in the clear, Alaskan sky, it's frosty cold out but it doesnt stop him from running. It's mid December at 38 degrees at night, a perfect time for a run. He seems to run at least every night after his pack fall fast asleep. The sky is dark enough to see the stars shimmer high above. He stands out in the snow, his paws sink in, his nose pointing in the air to smell, he gets ready to run. After looking up to the sky he takes off. He runs freely through the snow and then all of a sudden stops. He thinks for a bit and decides to try something different. He starts running again and takes a new way to run through that he's never ran before. There's so many trees in this new path and when the trees clear up, he stops fast in his tracks. What he stopped for was nothing but a long, curving river that seemed to flow through the forest. The river seemed to be shimmering like the stars in the sky as it had also froze from the frosty cold of winter. Something deep down inside of him kept telling him to just relax by the river instead of running. So he stayed and sat there looking at the reflection of himself. While he sat there looking at his reflection in the shimmering frozen river, he noticed something different in the river. He not only saw his own reflection but saw another one and when he quickly looked up, there was no one around him but himself as this part of the dark forest is peaceful with nothing really around. All there was around was nothing but the sound of peace, the cold, Alasken breeze, the whispering trees, and the birds talking silently in their sweet tunes.