Starbuck (across the street)


There lives

the soul of a true gentleman

in our midst,

a most kind sir

with an irresistible hint of devilishness

in that unruly tuft crowning his head.

It is something to see,

his mastery of the art of the social call.

How he saunters in his fringed moccasins

from house to house,

chatting up the locals,

bathing them in affection,

then leaving steaming tokens of his visit

with a most earnest air of graciousness.

As he retires,

carrying his fate with unwavering stoicism,

I always find myself surprised to see

he is on all fours

as nature made him

rather than in the upright manner

his spirit moves.


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