They ooze ebullience
even in the mundane,
finding thrills in simpers and silly syllables.
halitosis irradiates the room,
yet they take no umbrage at our exaggerated ughs.
Nor do they tire
of tedious games or bother with urbanity,
savoring the insanity of repetitive inanity.
Why we need them
near we may never know—
though I’d guess that all those Fidos and Fifis
fulfill our fundamental need for unfettered friendship.
If so, I wonder
if I, at evolution’s apex—
who brandishes a bigger brain
and phantom tail at the tip of my coccyx—
am capable of love without conditions.
— Lon Roberts