All I know about house-pets like
cats and dogs is that they
love us men.
And I love them too because my
life would dull without any of them.
So whether one’s ancestry comes
from animals or not,
is a discussion for another day.
Meantime, I’ll keep on loving them
and cherishing every day I’m on
this earth with them.
Would you like to know why?
No man knows where pets’ spirits’ go
after they die.
We’re always seen kneeling before
pastors like they’re God Himself
begging them to show us the way.
It’s like they’re holding keys to heaven.
All while we know that they’re mortals
like us and though they may know all
are dead scared of a place called hell.
A place of which they always warn us
about being careful not to be found at.
I’m in hell already.
Everytime I knuckle down and wipe
my brass knuckles;
the devil out there seem hellbent on
wiping me out of the face of this earth.
Like what obituary columns did to monkeys
when they got to different continents.
They wiped all of them off to build
towns and cities.
And got praise for having done that
because man can’t live with animals right?
They bring a difference in our lives.
We learn on them on what to or
what not to do.
Animals won’t invade our spaces if we
show them love and respect.
I don’t know how people view me
or my written words.
All I care about is making both they
and pets happy.
People try to separate themselves from
whenever they’re happy because they’ve
survived a scare they boast;
it was due to my animal instinct that
I went through that unharmed.
If this doesn’t sum it up nothing ever