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Fat Friend Waving

He's too fat now.
Rarely running he wobbles when he walks.

Whenever his eye catches mine he rattles
snakelike the tip of his tail.

Mostly he lies in a basket dreaming
( 5 years ago the woods were heaven to him).

I again see him
- rabbits & pheasants darting terrified! -
- rushing    leaping    swerving . . .

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HE'S NOW 12.
(I eat my breakfast.)
Catching a scent of bacon
he opens his eyes & dribbles hopefully.

There’s maybe somewhere a clock striking.
He shouts for his carriage & horses
- 6 mice & a pumpkin?

I SEE HIM RUN DOWN THE STAIRS
- thin as a pup again -
HURRIEDLY WAVING. . .

Note

He's now fat & tired. Technically he's older than me but dreams he’s perpetually young. (Stretching his nerves & muscles he roars through the woods again.)

Perhaps at the end of the day he’ll dash down the stairs like a pup, weaving & waving . . .