Name of Midnight. He’s a smoldering coal,
Cat afire. Icicles of burnt sienna
Prickle his inkiness. Cheeky usurper
Of this enterprise which is myself
Has a preternatural luster to him.
Wish I’d named him Buckminster or Trajan.
I’m only half serious when I say
Dude has the chassis of a Stutz Bearcat.
How front-and-hind-leg synchrony ensue
In the matter of his ambulating
Is an anatomical miracle!
More to the point: He wears his stud endowment
Where nature put it, opposite his head.
For him they travel in the same direction,
A lesson often lost on the usurped.

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