[Scar]

“Where the antelopes play”

In the quiet corners of our shared days,
Where laughter lingers and sunlight plays,
Friendship weaves a tapestry fine,
Stitched with secrets, both yours and mine.

Through storms that test and trials that bend,
A steadfast bond, not just a trend;
In whispered hopes and dreams we dare,
A sanctuary built with tender care.
No explanation of why we sent him there
Lie down! Play dead! How does this rendered fair?

With honesty as the thread that binds,
We navigate the labyrinth of our minds;
In silence, we find comfort and grace,
A mirror reflecting each other's face.
With grace he strutted against the Appalachian backdrop
The trout sprouting as the prairie dogs raced to escape the red fox


As seasons shift and paths may part,
True friendship endures, a work of art;
In every chapter, it blooms anew,
A timeless melody, a faithful tune.
Engaged in few words, a gift that’s ended
A magic rendered as man’s best friend