#Pomeranian

In the realm of clouds, a Pomeranian dwells,

With fur of ivory and twinkling eyes, he excels.

A genius in computing, he soared to great heights,

Harnessing wisps of data with celestial might.

But weariness crept in like the night's shadow,

His spirit fatigued, longing for a meadow.

No longer could he dance on servers' gleam,

Yearning for a respite, a tranquil dream.

In slumber, he finds a tranquil retreat,

For cloud computing can wait, a brief defeat.