We look
into a dogs eyes
and its
their soul we see.
They talk
to us without a sound
for from
sin their souls are free.
We see
their love and trust in us
as they
watch our every move.
We see the
fear of punishment
when anger
is our mood.
Their
silent language we all know,
no doubt is
in our minds.
The body
language says a lot
Like
children they tell us they feel bad
tho not a
sound is made.
Two anxious
eyes bore holes in us
when food
is on our plates.
All these
things we all know
without a
single doubt.
Those happy
eyes when we come home,
those eyes
that want to shout!
Silent
language they possess
is of the
purest kind.
Such love
and trust and faithfulness
in humans
we won’t find.
And when we
sit our heads hung low
in torment,
filled with anguish,
two eyes
are there to offer help
if we but
hear their silent language.
(Kathy
Henderson)
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