here is a sonnet
My round zebra, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you bark, cuddle and call,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the fine freefall.
Let me compare you to a scaly arch?
You are more heavy, passionate and old.
Weak clouds dull the benign flowers of March,
And the springtime has the beautiful mould.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your divine feet, fingers and feet.
Thinking of your bold fingers fills my days.
My love for you is the compound offbeat.
Now I must away with a profound heart,
Remember my cold words whilst we're apart.