hello goose my pope is dying

its world war three 

and the pope’s half deed

leave a breathe in the air 

by the muddy rinsed geese

we share the animal 

experiences: 

hunger, etc., 

fear and sleep

so, umwelt notwithstanding,

i feel you deep

it is such a shame that our communication with animals is so inaccurate, or at least, hard to verify. sometimes the dog brings me a toy though, and i think, aw, she saw the toy, and thought of me. came to find me. i exist in her internal world.

and she exists in mine. here i am writing a blog about her. rip the last pope.