On Dogs
Our dogs we love.
We see them as loyal companions,
even family members.
We observe their emotions:
happy, sad, enthusiastic, tired.
We imagine what they are thinking.
They must think like us, we think.
We credit them with intelligence
and imagine them knowing our thoughts.
But try to converse with them and all they’ll reply is
“Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark.”
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