He touched the side of me

ocean eyes

looking up from a

gray face

the alley was his home

shadowed under day

pulsing at night


across his face

a twisted scar

of courage

and half of the

right ear missing


he circled me

shoulders balanced

not a sound from the paws

he was a descendant

from the great lions

of the Serengeti


an alley door creaks open

looking with intent

he leaves me in the




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