yonder, a sorry nay
hats off to you
'Low, Sweet Jasper' in the flapping grass
with your head held just so
why hey,
he reminds me of the Dowenger's old cat
so aloof and proper like
Rufus with his tail swishing like the wand
of a too proud warlock
munching on wild onions and honey suckle in
the breeze
with his twitchy arse reclining so princely
atop a large throne of mossy rock
ah, but 'Low, Sweet Jasper'
today is definitely your day
How can I expect you to shoulder the wee
young ones for a jaunty ride when I happen
upon you in your meadow of near comedic play
so, go on old lad continue as you were
for it is my will and wish
as I find I must let you be
in just such a way
mildly ornery yet self absorbed
in your old boy's well deserved relaxation........
(Sept. 11, 1996)