The Hunter
A Poem, dedicated to Able Hunter. Happy (Belated) Birthday!
The Hunter
He was always there for me. And I, him.
From the day we met, to our dying breath.
His eyes, they sparkled as if divine light
Shone upon us, Angles singing a hymm.
His tail wagged to and fro, as if to swat
Some invisible fly, or perhaps mosquito.
He smiled, all too happy to oblige,
My deepest fantasy, my darkest desire.
He made me complete, he gave me meaning,
His prescence, enough to elate me.
His touch, his kiss, his way of being,
My life, My soul, My Able.
Love you, Able.