for echo

He danced with his eyes
He who was always smiling
Brightening days
As he lay
Basking in the sun
Shuffling and snuffling
The changing ground

When he was there
Things were better
He just had this way
Of blessing the air
A certain Grace
A certain Dignity
One stoic presence
Amongst lesser souls
Who was always teaching
Who never taught
A Bodhisattva
Wrapped in fur
(who’s time here was just long enough)

I miss you Buddy

Love, Colin

9 May 1992 - 28 Mar 2007