Those pets are eternity’s bets: A poem 

I can swear 

there can be no poison or venom 

in the wisdom 

that such love is beyond compare 

It is godly, like air 

lighter than a strand of hair 

but has all the colours the universe wears 

This is not just being loved 

but a precious treasure that is troved 

And you can imagine 

they dig in 

 all the bushland of your soul 

to sprout the daintiest flowers 

I know those hours  

are a part of life that never sours 

It can’t be the rapid that flees a mountain 

but the innocent imagery a childhood picture book contains 

There is a silent finite infiniteness 

in deciphering and reading  

a communion that needs no weeding 

These soulful darling pets 

are eternity’s endearing bets