Dwarfing me in strength and size, with art, with him I empathize.

He’ll exclaim, “I wanna paint”. His pictures bold, without restraint.

Weighty forms abrupt yet quaint. He won’t begin until I choose,

A subject that his mind can’t lose. Speaks only when spoken to,

With his pictures leaves a clue, his chicks above for us to view.

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