People think we are slightly dim
Yet, in the animal world, I'm a scholar
Foolish humans think we are dumb
Yet, how many wars have we begun?
Are we wise in our own eyes?
Do we hate, because of colour?
Foolish people think we're dumb.
We know your moods, ahead of you
We meditate upon your words
Too often you throw your words away
We listen to your pauses, your words
Unspoken, the tone of truth is sweetest
We monitor you routines and measure
With comfort, we remain your constant
We share a profound cross-species bond
You are the pack leader of my choice
I trust you; I want to trust you more
Years witness the marriage of our spirits
Our intimate co-existence allows us to grow
Deeper fellowship comforts us as we age
We are revealed in each other's growth
Recognising your pack it becomes ours
Bonds form with those who sit with you
Those who speak stroke and play with me
Where his he now? It's been too long?
I hear you whisper, "I miss you Greg"
Blessed are those that mourn, we sigh
And, I agree and I miss Greg…too…
To Greg (Brother)
and Ben (My Dog) xx xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem