#Pometry

In sun-splashed corners, a Pomeranian dreams,

Furry paws conducting to an unheard theme.

Eyes half-closed, it imagines radiant beams,

Painting vividly a trance music scheme.

Trance, a genre, pulsates with a steady beat,

Hypnotic in essence, a sensory feat.

Building up layers, it subtly repeats,

In the mind's dance floor, it secures a seat.

In a world of woofs, our Pom dreams in tones,

Creating symphonies from imagined drones.