IF THEY ONLY KNEW

I take my rest
and dream canine miracles
as all my brothers
have always done.

Quietly blessing humans
so often without their thanks.

We taught cave man
how to hunt,
all he did was give us fleas.

Chased our tail
that he could be inspired
to invent the wheel,
yet never showed any gratitude.

Then we played catch
with Issac Newton
bringing him that apple,
oh he got our hint about gravity,
but said it was the fruit’s motivation
instead of sharing the credit.

Done so much
helping him in many ways
even offered him heroes
like Rin Tin Tin, Lassie,
Old Yeller and Underdog
in order to show him more noble paths,
yet what was our reward?
They idolized that cat, Garfield,
just for hoarding Lasagna.

Little is our appreciation,
still we do what we do,
deep down we do love them all,
even if at times his idea of entertainment
is limited to rubber bones and squeaky toys.