Another friend is moving on,
to better things one hopes,
though down on the streets
you never really know it,
until they stop showing up.
Already folks are making fuss,
trying to take his place
and get those camping spots
I hold so close in
my chest gets bruised occasionally,
so I have some quiet.
No, I'm not depressed, really.
Happy for his good luck,
a bit worried about Fate
taking her left hand harsh
to his hopes and dreams
once he gets back home.
The line is forming already
to take up his spot
around me to gain luck
or cover for criminal acts.
Not sure how to speak
without starting a war now.
Only one thing for sure.
Come Monday September the Ninth,
"Our Girl" the hawk's gonna
take me to task fiercely
for losing another of her
special fountain-side morning gathering pets.
I'll just shrug at her,
sitting squawking in that tree,
and tell her it's okay.
He's back to his home
where he will feel better
and maybe have a chance.
ME? Hell, don't worry, folks.
I done this often before,
will probably do it again.
Might take a spell here,
look over those seeking company
make sure I choose right.
Or maybe, not choose at all.
26August2013 - Dyfedd Rex
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