Reflected in their spacious eyes:
you leaning forward, babbling cute,
unready to expect they sense
you better than you know yourself.

But it's true - no, even worse:
their thinking's not as far removed
you might prefer beneath that fur.
Those soulful looks and tilting heads,

attempts to apprehend, infer
why humans tend to simplify
whatever's deemed subservient,
dismissing truths to spare themselves

the burden of their bestial ways,
their primal drives to denigrate,
subjugate or devastate
rather than to contemplate

the depths of life across all forms,
emotions universally
expressed so clearly in this world
where animals are seen, unheard.