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.