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