I sit up in my kennel ,
Whilst the first rays blurs the stars…
Anxious to see.. what to be done for the day
Poked my fast in curiosity ,
I be ready for ……. Whatever..
The blind man never complains
Never does he tell me what to do..
Nor does he have any fallacies..
My eyes belongs to his heart..
Im never busy and never do I have a task..
Don’t have any places to go or any kin to meet,
Chasing butterflies.. I sink the sun into the sea...
I talk to the wind and I talk to the trees..
At the other end of my leash …….
The blind man follows, Wherever I please…
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