A SONG OF PRAISE FOR
RONNIE, WHO IS IN FACT A CUDDLY RHINOCEROUS
For his willingness to pose
amongst spring flowers,
on new-found clifftops
(but not too close to the edge)
under the arms of statues,
on green-leafed hedges,
with plates of food, pints of beer,
the odd glass of fine champagne.
For endless contributions
to journeys and their return,
to jobs needing to be done,
to new adventures.
For his wise greyness,
his smile, his serenity,
his tiny flirt or wry look,
his relied on ears.
For being watcher, keeper
the soundest sleeper.
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