If your pet could talk, what would be the first thing it says?
Mine speak in color.
Every morning,
I gather their sentences—
little colored messages.

A pale blue thought
left beneath a few feathers.
And every so often,
someone has something enormous to say.

There is something wonderful
about living amongst creatures
who have never needed words—
a single human word.
So I gather what they have said
and carry it inside.

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