to those who rhapsodize about peace

found in nature, and harmony in birdsong

and other lovely things.

I invite you to walk with my dog.

she does not stare at squirrels with warm friendship,

nor at groundhogs or foxes;

they in turn do not invite her to play

or even remain in close proximity when we walk.

they know; she knows; I know that they are prey,

and she would kill any, had she the chance.

birds sing, true, but also squawk,

and not for our enjoyment, remember.

they want mates; they sound warnings over territory;

they signal their health (but this returns to mating).

walking in fields involves dirt, muck, and mud;

with each step, you crush some insect or plant.

find your peace, enjoy your harmony, but do not forget

that these are things that you impose,

imaginary as rainbows in the sky.

she showed no remorse, only regret

to have been found out, caught in misdeed

she arched towards me in pretend contrition

her eyes gave the lie, shining with pride

I knew that inside she was laughing

love forgives much, and so for those eyes,

what could I do but laugh myself