My Friend
How perfect is the gaze
Through his marble eyes
And legendary his grin.
When we meet he makes
A feline for me caressing my soul
And raising pause
To consider the clause
Of life binding us close in love.
Licking life is his destiny,
And at times,
Snoring musically, he sleeps soundly
Deep in his own dreams.
Clay Derryberry
August 15, 1998