Caring for Animals
I ask sometimes why these small animals
I question the sky, the serene blue water,
And no answer releases in my head
Dogs with clipped ears, wheezing cart horses
Is it with these menaces to our vision
We must be concerned? The holy land, the rearing
Yet the animals, our ghosts, need tending to.
Take up the man-trapped squirrel upon your shoulder.
From growing mercy and a moderate love
And your love grows. Your great love grows and grows.