Monday, May 9, 2011

Fido



FIDO

Ah…
you have the body of one so young,
and the face of one so old,
curled up in the sun,
at peace with yourself and the world around you.

Yes…
you are Buddha or Confucius,
            all knowing and learned,
yet you can play
like a babe.

So…
many come to gaze upon you;
            to feel the wisdom
and the love of the ages,
            enclosed in a fur of timelessness.

Still…
i am richer for having
            happened upon you,
to have stroked your fur,
            and heard your purr.

Now…
i know in my heart,
            that I have brushed against
something larger than the world,
            in the tiny body,
            of a wise old cat.


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