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 This morning on my walk I brought Juniper, a dog, along.

I wanted her to see the stars and hear the day’s first song.

I wanted her to enjoy the morning…to hear the night owl croon…

to see the ocean in the stillness of the dark illuminated by the moon.

I wanted her to walk under the trees…feel the grass upon her feet.

and there were a couple of my rabbit friends I wanted her to meet.

I stopped to show her Jupiter and Mars…how beautiful they were.

I even pointed out Sirius…the star named after her.

I tried to show her Orion’s belt and a bunch of stars I knew

(but would be hard-pressed to spell them)

But Junie showed no interest…I imagine because she couldn’t smell them.

We stopped to listen to the owl and some birds up in the trees..

But she was too busy smelling the ground…to show an interest in any of these.

Up ahead I could see my rabbit friends and was excited for Junie to meet them….

but before I could make the introductions she tried to chase and eat them.

And though we took our time…walking deliberately…and slow…

today’s walk did not exactly go…the way I wanted it to go.

All the things I wanted to show her…near as I could tell…

did not interest her in the least…all she wanted to do was smell.

Yes, under a star-filled sky with bird songs wafting on a morning breeze…

Junie was perfectly happy smelling the bushes, the grasses and the trees.

In the end I think we enjoyed our walk for the different senses we both chose

I was happy using my eyes and ears to explore…while Junie used her nose.

Junie smiled as a way to thank me…when walk came to an end…

I smiled back…but was left to wonder….if and when….

my rabbit friends who trusted me…will ever speak to me again.

We first saw Cooper on our morning walk…and had the chance to meet

when, with tail wagging, he ran up to us as we walked along the street.

We imagine he ventured from his yard…deciding instead his neighborhood to roam…

then got lost and was trying unsuccessfully to find his way back home.

Luckily he had his dog tag on when up to us he came…

It’s how we knew immediately that Cooper was his name.

His address and phone number were also there…yes his dog tag had it all…

So…while I happily petted Cooper…Deborah made the call.

After drinking a bowl of water at our house Cooper finally made it home…

I wonder if he’ll be so quick tomorrow…his neighborhood to roam?

As I watched Cooper and his owner reunited…thank us

then walk off together as happily…

I thought isn’t what just happened the very definition of humanity?

To come to the aid of those in need…to be like their umbrella in the rain…

To help in anyway we can…to give food and drink and shelter…

to try and ease their pain?

Which makes me wonder what has changed about the world out there in front of me

what has happened to the human race…to our humanity? 

I’m not saying humanity is dead…it’s not…I think we’re all agreed

there are many people who care about others…who will help anyone in need..

But humanity has been injured…wounded…which makes it bittersweet.

What if the answer lies with Cooper…a dog we met out on the street

Wouldn’t humanity be enhanced…if everyone across every land

had a hand in helping anyone who needs a helping hand?

I imagine we’d cherish human life a little more

If everyone treated everyone they see…

the way we treated Cooper

and I imagine…Cooper would agree.