animals are not your friends

by Rupert M. Loydell
I have got to the point of thinking that
one and one might sometimes really make two.
My daughter grasped the idea quicker than me,
was easily convinced. I prefer the enormous power
of doubt and reticence.

Animals are not your friends. It's next
door's cat that kills the birds, the goose
that honks and hisses as it blocks the way.
Everyone gets made redundant in the end,
why are you so surprised?

I have got to the point of thinking that
first appearances always count.
Beneath the breeze there are only dry leaves
and piles of grass cuttings from the lawn.
Breathe in and listen to the birds.

Animals are not your friends. Everyone
has a season and this appears to be mine.
I'm up early like an overweight lark,
drinking in the light. Later I make coffee
and hide out in my room.

"There is nothing left besides regret."