an ode to rafal
he waits for me
in his yin-yang...pondering
thoughts of cheese
nose to tail
my heart fails
at the sight of sprung lightning
chasing squirrels in the summer.
now,
in the autumn of his years
he waits for me
to come home and scratch him where he just can't reach
victor fan
its tongue in cheek. but anyone who knows rafal knows its also heartfelt
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