What if those quiet observers of our lives could speak,
would we like what they have to say?
they see us at our worst,
and watch as we pick our noses
and listen when we shout.
they see the people behind the masks
and watch us take them off when we return.
they like us anyway, with all of our weirdness
that nobody else gets to see.
They don't know how to play the game
that we do so well
they just sit, and stay and wait for us
never asking for much more than a a little love
some attention, and a cookie now and then.
If they could turn their barks and howls
into thoughts and words
they wouldn't give advice or lectures
or tell us how to be better people
They would simply say, I love you.
again and again.