Homage to Maverick

I only met him three or four times,

Plenty Abell Bright Star (Maverick)

yet

when I heard the old setter died

my heart ached

for a being

so beautiful ─

in silken, long, curly, black coat

and gold fringed feathers

spitting image of my sweet boy ─

Maverick’s issue,

whose dark eyes can see your soul

and almost no one passes on the street

without a look

of amazement

and joy