When death came to linger
he was slow, tender and deliberate.
He did not demand entrance
instead he tended and care for the quail,
the ravens and coyotes.
He pulled weeds in the front and backyard
whistling lullabies and singing
an old Arabian folk song.
At night he lit his fire, tended
the stars and was content to play
solitaire for the forty-billionth time.
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