Wabi Sabi
Kato was a mutt-product:- breeding run amok
No purity meant the pound of death-induction
Only his adoption saved him from that inferno
turning life into moments full of simply-perfect:
Each summer, the sun stroke a furry black hue
Elevating it with a sheer of burgundy elegance
Pauses were paws-aplenty with a trot and stop
Leaves all fallen he sniffed, callings of ethereal
Even winter was a nose-frozen-water pleasure
And spring lasted, always in his outdoor mania
So the decade ran prancing into walking years…
Under rains, by the river running, a dog by you
Racing by faster with memories, toward too far
Ending in the hardest letting go - a broken bye.
12/31/23
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