My own Loki
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He tears off towards the mountains.
I call him, he doesn't come back.
Time passes
At his own leisure.
He comes back, with an air
of a supremacy, the king.
Yet, who is my complacent companion?
When food is near?
My dog.
Chocolate eyes, so cute.
And so deceiving
He is my dog
I love his mysterious
way
Because there is Me
In those eys
We both are;
Stubborn.
Alive.
Free.
With an attitude of, “why?”
That must be why I tolerate him
Because I tolerate myself
We shall run together
And try to overcome
Our…faults?
Are you kidding?
“Come on boy!, lets go!”
And here he comes