they get sick and old,
they die and leave us alone.
these cats and dogs.
these furry beasts
we own.
we give them names.
we take pictures, we love
them dearly
and they love us back,
or so it seems, perhaps
it's much simpler,
more primal than that.
food and shelter,
sweet words of affection,
just habit, that keeps them
in our lap.
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