Today we present “He of Me” a poem by Fortain, who is a quiet and reserved otter, who writes mostly to himself. At times you may see him come out of his shell. This is his public poetry debut.

Read for you by Rob MacWolf — werewolf hitchhiker.

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You’re

listening

to

Poetry

Month

on

The

Voice

of

Dog.

This

is

Rob

MacWolf

your

fellow

traveler,

and

Today

we

present “He

of

Me”

a

poem

by

Fortain, who is

a

quiet

and

reserved

otter,

who writes

mostly

to

himself.

At

times

you

may

see

him

come

out

of

his

shell.

This

is his

public

poetry

debut.

Please

enjoy


“He

of

Me”,

a

poem

by

Fortain

I

can

see

Him,
I

see

Him

every

day.
Last

month

I

set

upon

someone

new.
It

was

He;

much

unlike

Myself,

yet

so

familiar.
Routine

has

become

of

Him.
As

much

a

routine

as

the

brew

prepared

at

sunrise.

Last

week

He

had

worn a

new

smile,
which

the

wintry

morn

accentuated.
The

very

cheerfulness

a

contagious

form.
Is

that

why,
my

morning

brew

has

begun

to

taste

sweeter?

Yesterday

but

a

glimpse.
Yet

it

was

He,

unmistakably

so.
Addled,

I

hold

on.
A

glimpse

I

shall

cherish.

Today

I

have

not

seen

Him.
It

makes

me

worry.
The

streets

look

so

lonely

without

Him.
Loneliness

I

find

within

My

being.

Tomorrow

I

shall

remain.
I

wish

to

set

My

eyes

upon

a

sight,
which

has

become

My

most

familiar.
I

wish

to

see

Him

again.



This

was “He

of

Me”

by

Fortain,

read

for you

by

Rob

Macwolf,

Werewolf

Hitchhiker.

Thank

you

for

listening

to

Poetry

Month

on

The

Voice

of

Dog.