Blue

A DELIGHTFULLY deep Irishman living in Paris has given me the assignment of shortening my rather lengthy prose about my adopted Lion, Blue. I hope I have done something of interest.

I love my Blue. Even if he gets into the freezer after I've gone to bed and eats the Pistatio Ice Cream.

I find him asleep in my chair, feet waving in the air, his mane splayed over the crimson pillows.

Note to self: Get more bags for the vaccum.

Blue

I named you Blue - My Blue
and you were sensitive and kind

You named me Yellow, Your Yellow
and we shared a sort of mind

We shared stories
..and a life

Until it had to end
..but you are my Blue

My soul mate
my confidant and friend

So when I go
I beg you

Please don't continue
to eat my tomatoes

And please keep the fur
out of the freezer.