Sometimes the real, in itself, is magical. We salute M. Waldi Marcel, gentil homme dachsund in the following little poem.
Waldi Marcel
Daschunds are hunters of the
Small. They like to root around
And crawl and climb and swim
And bark. They think they are
Great Danes.
But Waldi Marcel is a chocolate
Longhaired aristocrat. He
Has acupuncture, and is
Fond of cats. The whole house
Is his fainting couch. He takes
Anti-depressants because being
THIS sensitive is hard work. He
Is therefore – you can see this metaphor coming —
A sort of dachshund Hamlet.
(he sleeps and always dreams –
legs kicking, tail thumping;
no perchance about it).
