By Hilda Conkling
Animals are my friends and my kin and my playfellows;
They love me as I love them.
I have a feeling for them I cannot express . . .
It burns in my heart.
I make thoughts about them to keep in my mind.
I warm the cold, help the hurt, play with the frolicsome;
I laugh to see two puppies playing
And I wonder which is which!
General is a dog with blue-black eyes;
They shine . . . there is a love comes from them;
He is filled with joy when he guards me;
His eyes try to speak.
I see his mind through them
When he asks me to say things for him as well as I can
Because he has no words.