#Pometry

A Pomeranian with a fluffy mane,

Rests under the moonlight, all serene and tame.

In dreams, it leaps not in fields or streams,

But in landscapes of ones and of zeros it gleams.

Galloping through clouds, not of fluff, but data,

In its sleep, it becomes a skilled curator.

Bytes and bits like tiny treats,

In dreams, it organizes into neat sheets.

Awake, it's but a pet so endearing,

Asleep, a tech marvel, endlessly pioneering.