A PASSING ACQUAINTANCE
I call him “Edward Longshanks,” he’s so tall
and thin, striding through our neighborhood,
taking his morning constitutional
or for some reason I’ve not understood.
We’ve only said “Good morning” as we passed.
He seems aloof yet affable enough,
but I’ve never made that passing moment last
by trying to engage with other stuff.
I think I’ll simply let his secrets be,
and rather than find out, I’ll just suppose,
keeping him still a man of mystery,
respecting what he’d rather not disclose.
Though odds are he’s a loner and just shy,
who knows what I’ll discover by and by.