There is a little flightless bird that lives in my paper.
He has many friends and gets into many capers.
He has a perpetual tuxedo complete with bow tie
And he takes me back to a time when all was right.
His laughter and tears parallel mine.
He follows my life as if by design.
Although he is really just a drawing on paper,
He brings me joy in knowing he is forever.
His attitude never changes, he always sees
The brighter, greener side of the street.
Most important of all, when I look at him
I am with those I lost all over again.
Ode to Opus
August 13, 2016