I was hesitant to post this publicly, but Robert suggested I do so.
There are few words to express how Tim's loss will be felt, but these are the best I can muster.
Elegy for a Hunter
A routine interrupted
by unconvincing stillness
A door that should be open
has yet to budge an inch
A bird that should be fearful
has cheekily come calling
And nothing’s as it should be
as all is as it is:
A dog looks for his master
but his master has gone home.
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