The person which I last saw,
Was a man who caught me in awe.
He wore finery, including Prada and Oakley's,
Which most certainly were his trophies.
When one could see his eyes,
Which was indeed a rare prize
For he hid behind his Oakley's resolutely,
One would discover they were absolutely
A startling shade of blue,
With no other color to mar their hue.
His dark hair was shorn short on the sides
But was full at the top, with finesses
In a style most suiting to his sharp way of dress.
His limbs were long and thin, but appeared graceful;
More akin to a lean cheetah than a crane so untasteful.
He sat straight backed in the air-port chair,
Appearing like he'd much prefer to be elsewhere.
At his heels was a large German Shepard
With a collar bearing the print of a leopard.
I sat beside him with apprehension,
Not sure he would grant me his attention.
The dog, though it looked quite vicious,
Was not in the least malicious.
Despite appearing as a wolf with its white sable fur,
It was quite friendly from what could I incur.
I later saw that this stylish man
Was much in opposites with his companion,
Despite them walking in tandem.
He spoke to others in a careless tone,
Dismissing them with his deep baritone.
He carried himself with sophistication overflowing,
Which prevented any from approaching.
Yet through his air of grace,
I noticed something out of place.
He walked cautiously, with the dog preceding,
Leading his master with gentle steering.
After my revelation of the striking man's affliction,
I found myself with predilection.
Pity flooded my heart, and I wondered why
Such a man would decide to fly.
I was on the plane, settling into my seat,
Where I witnessed a scene quite neat.
The man, across from me, discreetly slipped the dog a treat,
Which the dog was quick to eat.
Afterwards, the man rubbed the dog's ears fondly,
And I wondered if I'd judged him wrongly.