when i had the good fortune
to meet this little forsaken soul
i noted
he looked a little sad
and somewhat bewildered
i said
"little forsaken soul,
do not be sad,
nor bewildered,
tell me your woes,
for a woe shared
is a woe halved"
after which
we had a cup of tea.
me, fruity herbal,
him, earl gray
(with a dash of something stronger)
then we spent a
happy half hour
in my studio,
rustling and bustling around
until we found just the thing
i noted
upon admiring his
new natty little outfit.
"surely no bear
out there,
could possible resist
a handsome fellow
such as yourself
in a doily string vest
and paper corsage"
to which
my fine fellow of a forsaken soul,
smiled
feeling quietly confident
his 'forever and a day' love
will be found
some day soon.
and bewilderment
and sadness
and sadness
will be a thing of the past...
till then,
he will patiently wait
in his string vest,
for true love
to come a calling
