The long, slow mourning howl

Whisped across the sea

A sad, lone creature passing by

His eyes straight on me.

His coat is grey and white,

Flecked with scars from long-ago fights.

His eye is dark and trusting,

But his other merely losing.

His tail is tipped in black

like the night sky in the Spring,

His paws are overlarge

And his muzzle prepared to sing.

The long, slow mourning howl

Whisped across the sea

A sad, lone creature passing by

His gaze passing on the sea.