How do you like life?
I asked Charlie the dog.
He replied with no words, only the shake of his tail
and a sniff of the air, before jumping up and on
the dining room chair.
Do you like cats?
I asked Charlie again.
Again no response from my fury brown friend.
Finally I asked, Charlie do you like me?
But Charlie ran outside and chased
a cat up the tree
I suppose that sometimes silence is better than words
and a dog for a friend is not so absurd.