THE MOST BORING OF MIRACLES

No. I don't
know

how it all
came about

that I could understand
cat or dog  - or bird even.

Or that all of a sudden they
could understand me.

It was the most
boring of miracles.

All the cat ever said was:
"FOOD! NOW!"

Or - "GET OUT OF MY FACE
HUMAN....WHO'S MASTER HERE!"

Or - "I WANT TO GO OUT!
I WANT TO COME IN AGAIN!"

Or - "IWANTTOGOOUTCOMEINGOOUT
COMEINGOOUTCOMEINetc.,etc., etc!"

All the dog would say was:
"OH BOY - CAT!"

Or  - "WALKIES!"
Or - "NEED ***...NEED TO ***!"

The birds all yelled:
"MmmmmmWORMS!"

Or "OH MY
BLUE SKY!"

Or sing ABBA songs
all day long.

Somehow I thought it
would have been so

much better than this
but - no!

That we would all be
best buddies or discuss

say Joyce or Tolsty
or Dostoevsky even.

So that I stopped
talking to them

and them
to me.

Reverting back to
who we were before.

And it was now all
miaow and woof and stuff.

All except the birds
who kept on singing - ABBA