“But do dogs have souls?” he speculated.
“How many angels will fit on a pin?”
I replied; and hoped it demonstrated
how gauche, absurd, his inference had been.
They wear hearts on their tails; no thought is hid
from view — unlike the way that humans do
suppress their feelings, lie and keep the lid
held firmly down and not reveal what’s true.
The pooch has been created here to show
us that companionship and loyalty
will naturally flow through love and grow.
His death will demonstrate this poignantly.
Nought else is faithful as our canine friends;
if doggies have no soul, all logic ends.
© Alan Morrison, 2016