Staring into face, eyes that move in awareness;
a humanistic trait of tiny windows into the
abstract understanding of life
How could it not be there?
This word of attachment of superiority
or, comparison to that
Relating to the beast as true self feels instinct
Sees the pureness of Soul before the
crippling grip of intelligence weighs in
Like a bag of rocks, the heavier the more expensive
To compare cost of brain is like proving worth of goods
Forgetting the very core of oneself to
the point of complete misunderstanding
Of anything, including the very brain in question
of purpose of degree
With every fact crammed into tiny cranial spaces claiming ownership of
the random considerations one used to make
Do we miss these traits or inherently lose them,
like we lose the childlike wonderment of the everyday?
If seeing is feeling and even believing in having a soul at all,
Then of course animals have souls.
I am grateful for Penelope ❤