I dream of dogs
though I doubt they dream of me
or rabbits running across
a monochrome field
I presume
many things about the canine psyche:
an ancient wolf howling in their head
an inability to feel dread, and
the arrogance of cats,
their “pet” peeve
feigned feline ferocity
may bother them not one whit
nor do they likely give a **** what stirs
in my primordial cerebral soup, when I scratch
their ears, and vainly imagine their fears
of the dead dark, are the same
as ours
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
I dream of dogs
though I doubt they dream of me
or rabbits running across
a monochrome field
I presume
many things about the canine psyche:
an ancient wolf howling in their head
an inability to feel dread, and
the arrogance of cats,
their “pet” peeve
feigned feline ferocity
may bother them not one whit
nor do they likely give a **** what stirs
in my primordial cerebral soup, when I scratch
their ears, and vainly imagine their fears
of the dead dark, are the same
as ours
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