Misty Grace Of Kyra.

We have always had dogs at home,
Sometimes one too many,
And I've always wondered,and wondered why this way it would be-
Maybe we looked with fondness upon the canine family,
Maybe dogs were our guardians,angels in our need,
But only lately,has the truth occurred to me.
We have dogs,because we don't have love,
Yes,we don't know how to love,and we can't afford to try,
So instead,we settle on the love money can buy.
So,all these dogs,they don't even know,
their purpose in our lives,
Poor beings,don't know they're being cheated,deprived
Used as our excuse of love in it's truest form.
But it also becomes on me to think,they're here,
Where they belong,where they fill in love.
It's a simple equation-they love and we love back,
our arrangement for our unusual pack,
Because when you can't love each other,
These creatures conceal the lack.