Horsey

These two.

They are my shadows.

True constants.

Anderson is, perhaps, more interested in Syra,

than she is in him, but she is his protector for sure.

More than once I have caught Anderson 

draping himself over Syra for a standing hug.

Syra tolerates it and a lot more.

Anderson tries to play "ho-sth-ee" ::

his version of "horsey" said with the cutest little lisp.

She tolerates it.  Watching the world go by - 

ignoring the weight on her back.

I hope, secretly, she loves the extra attention.

Because she has been getting a lot of it lately

from her faithful companion.