I’ve got
Fewer opportunities
To photograph him,
So when I do get them
I never let them
Go
Without ensuring
I’ve taken more images
Than manageable
Without neglecting
His
Subsequent needs
Or infringing upon
His air space too long
And pestering the best
Of him
Until he’s wrestling
With the nearest thing
In order to bend
Beyond the reach of
The lens
And end up blocking
My best possible shot
And therefore causing
Me to take more
Time
Which simply winds
Him up further and
He hides behind
The highest furniture
Whereby
I decide that’s it
For the day and lay
My camera down till
He’s forgotten what
I’ve got.
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