Fuscus

Something similar to the "Visualization" piece.

Sometimes soft as conditioned fur
The melting in one's eyes,
Sometimes smooth and dry to the touch
As polished mahoganies.
Yet elsewhere he is rough;
The ancient bark of the banyan soul.
And always kind, through thick and thin,
Talisman against the foul.

Traverse the spectrum, bitter through sweet
And lo, there you'll find him smile
Whether it's dark or milk you like
He flows deeper than the Nile.
The coffee bean of vitality,
T'was his creation no doubt.
And so he'd like to remind you with
Each pouring of the spout.

The skin of the East, that rustic feast
Of cultural extravaganza,
I meet him now and then in Grandma's
Wicked chicken-do-pyaza!
Wooden doors and wooden floors
The sifting sand between your toes,
Wherever you may find his touch, you'll see
He's vanquished all your woes.

The earth in which we plant the grain
Of life: green, fresh and young,
Though deep within his power thrives
His presence: a humble hum.
Willingly did he pass, his rightful title:
“The almighty source of life”,
To his younger brother Albus
Sans struggle or strife.