The Chameleon came home today – thank you.

Your first celestial orbit nears its end

I pray the passage is joyous

Each dawn I follow the moon to bid you farewell

The winter fog thickens whilst my heart weakens

Ignore an old man’s tears from below

Heed not his selfish despair

He cannot grasp your leaving

The pain too great

His love so deep

Fly high, my Buddy