i guess fen was feeling a little donnie john in the dumps or under the wether so i showed him this golden star. he was soft and affectionate and ate little bits from my hand but was skeptical of recovery.

sometimes one star reminds me of all the ones we can't see and i get a little starry melancholy for the lost ones.

we got to make our own light, and our own health. we got to believe in what we can't see.
and hope it's not just in our mind. for light must be shared to shine.

he didn't cotton all the words, but i believe he shared my conviction. and was grateful
as he walked me to the door.