White Farewell

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13 Oct 09, 6.30pm

In the deep slumber
of the first winter morn,
a fur clad being
in white
knocked upon my door.

Gently, he grabbed my hands
held fast to his face.

Not a word.
Just a familiar smile.

His breath on my face.

Wisps of smoke with every breath.
A little moment, a little hope, then gone.

His goodbye forever.

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