Ron

I remember the last time I saw you.
The gold of your eyes melted 
in the light of a dying sun.

I remember the softness of your hair
and how you rubbed your ears
on my belly.

You were pure breed,
pure white,
and feared no-one.
You were free.

They said you got lost.
By now you are dead
for sure.

Run free
and remember me,
my fearless little love.

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