At the gate stands Obito, eyes wide and bright,  
A Malamute pup, in the soft morning light.  
His paws rest steady, his fur so soft,  
Watching a world he's eager to know.  

With ears perked high and his tail at rest,  
He gazes out, heart full of zest.  
The leaves in the breeze, the birds that soar, 
Each movement a mystery, a call to explore.  

His gaze is patient, yet sparks with desire,  
A silent vigil, a pup’s small fire.  
Though bound by the gate, his spirit roams free,  
Through fields and rivers, through sky and sea.  

Oh, Obito dreams with his soft, gentle might,  
Of endless trails and the call of the night.  
But for now, he watches, content by the gate,
Our little adventurer, learning to wait.

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