Pet Dreams

They fall asleep so swiftly,
these animals closer to Genesis
than me and my kind. They
dream of the Lord God
walking their wood,
until then again they
flinch from the pain of
the primal couple stepping
out of the garden and into
their nightmare.

Is there any hope for Your
creatures? To surface from
sleep to discover a sliver
of sanity seeping into this
Homo Sapiens?

These pets sleep –
domesticated by our
regimes, our
treats, our
house training but
every now and then
the wild comes calling
and I sense some
hope for
us all.

4 thoughts on “Pet Dreams

  1. shoreacres says:

    Unaccountably, your poem brought to mind a song from long, long ago — so long ago that I had to look up the group that made it popular. The song, “Wild Thing” by the Troggs, is so bad that I’m not even going to link it, but it includes these lyrics:

    “Wild thing, you make my heart sing
    You make everything groovy, wild thing ~
    Wild thing, I think I love you…”

    If we could learn to love the wild things in our world, we’d be better off. I did read the comments appended to the YouTube video, and found one fellow who said he always used to sing the song to his cats. I’ll bet they liked it.

    • agjorgenson says:

      I remember that song! You’re correct: it really was not a great song but it is VERY memorable. Funny how that is. Yes, learning to let go of a little bit of our propensity to tame things might serve us well!

  2. Kathryn says:

    How applicable in this “Season of Creation”. May we look at the ways we live together.

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