I see the sky
And ponder on biology
And culture, that maketh me.
Or am
I part
Of some great plan
For man?
My dog has a heart
Full of love for me.
He is biology
(As I am),
But is he part
Of some inscrutable plan
For dog and man?
I am told
That my dog has no soul,
Yet he is more loving than
Many a man.
Or is it art
That separates dog from man?
Perhaps we are part
Of some god’s great plan.
In the end
My old friend,
I think there is just
The great sky above,
And dust,
and love.
Really like this, Kevin – a classic read my friend.
Thank you, Eric. I’m really pleased you like my poem. All the best to you. Kevin