The Dogma Of Dogs - Poem by Lori Boulard
We could learn reams from the animal world.
Fido at our feet barks wisdom at our ears.
Consider the benefits of selective memory:
Last night? Can't recall.
The keys? Right where I left them.
Or the promise of a pure heart: Affection?
Unconditional. Forgiveness? Unnecessary.
Unchained to circumstance, freed from fashion,
He offers us a liberating, pardon, dogma.
Does not his ignorance of this world
Swing wide the door to another,
A place where senses cooperate,
Where moments matter,
Where each sliver of discarded bone has value?
Sure, seven years for each of ours seems a blow.
But maybe, just maybe, the quality
Is more comparable than we suspect.
The cat, not surprisingly, watching Fido chase his tail,
May have a slightly different view.
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