It was inevitable that Micky gets a poem of tribute. This is it, and with special thanks to Pam M for the word, "cheeky" and Jenifer, for the word "divot". - Jenny B.

The Zen of Micky

When I do pick up my pen
And think of rhymes to where or when
No better place I find myself
Than round the bend in kind
With circles spinning in the air
Belonging to Micky's Zen.

I think he has my soul there twirling
In such a steady flight
As I could watch for hours
His divot circling through the night.

Like a dervish - there I go!
Winding upwards to the heavens
With Micky's steady grip at the helm
My soul's ship is bound to top
The troubling waves of all life's storms
Landing gently with a plop!

And when he picks me up again
I'll focus with clear sight
Knowing that I'm on a spirit quest
I know I'll never be a fence that's stopped
For Micky's cheeky friend to bite!

So wind me up, dear Donkey friend
And we'll circle life's demands
For your simple dance
With earth and grass
Brings the constant solace
Of Micky's Zen.