Idle thoughts of an idle mind turn to
plumbing the depths of introspection
incited by the random sight of a sign
reading 'Husky for sale' eliciting a sharp
intake of breath for of course dogs are
sold and they are bought as commodities
chosen by those for whom companionship
of another animal speaks to the quality
of their lives. A transaction from owner
to purchaser, one surrendering a possession
the other acquiring that very same possession.
Soul for sale. For if we have souls so too do
they. And consider this: would we sell a
two-year-old child? Dogs gain the intelligence
as they mature of a human child; moreover
they have the capacity to interpret our moods
they build a dictionary of human words, they
anticipate us, they befriend us for life and
we depend upon their loyalty and their love.
To look into someone's eyes is to look deep
and make communion with another soul.
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Speciesism
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Poetry
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