Question

Animal Behavior
by Bryan Ellett

His eyes large and brown,
Human eyes almost,
His fur soft and warm,
Like Mother's hair in summer.

When down, I look to him for comfort,
He nuzzles me, licks me,
Snaps at the flies of my worries,
Scattering them like dandelion fluff.

But he misbehaves,
Cruel like a teenager or worse.
Chews my shoes and drops them,
Looking me in the eye.

It appears to be spite,
Him mocking like a mime,
Able to pierce me
Without word knives.

He doesn't know, I remind me,
He is no human.
Spite and hate are humans,
Dogs are love and play.