To those beautiful pets: A poem 

All these magic, illuminating gardens 

and their little beautiful wardens 

An infinite space is a moment 

A moment not encumbered by lament 

A creature is a child whatever form 

A loyalty that goes beyond norm 

This growth of spirit like a storm 

But pleasant, pleasure like seamless dawn 

And I will pick every stone, by them, marked 

That bright comfort shallows everything that’s dark 

When nothing in this world makes sense 

to see it all with simple immense love’s lens 

For, to know the quiet dignity of innocence 

To know the depth of purity’s essence 

And in such presence are the sweet roses 

Speechless love is always closest