My dog does not understand. Dazed by my audacity,
she stares askance at my goings, her eyes all glazed with sorrow.
She knows nothing of work to pay for daily needs
and desires. How tedious the passage of time must seem
ere homeward I return, a human exalted
by her yips of praise, her dancing and leaping up over
the sofa, then down the stairs, then straight back up.
My cat, however, disdains to note my comings
and goings. He demands I give attention to his needs–
a full bowl of water, his cat box cleaned, his food
dish filled, my lap to sleep upon; and if I fail,
his prideful ignoring of my human numbskullry. My fate
thus sealed, I am an idol and a servant bound
by opposite yet eager love equally given.