If Animals Could Speak
I love words. I also love the places where I don’t need them. In the garden, pond, and woods. With birds and animals. Words, like lovers, can betray you.
I love words, but they can trap you. Embedded in bread, you can bite the hook you never noticed. Dangling on the line, it’s too late to swim away.
In the eyes of animals, there is gentleness and acceptance. No words are necessary, but if animals could speak, they would use soft voices.
I love words, but they can turn uglier than a wild boar. An attack which springs from nowhere, they can scare the pants right off you.
In a perfect world, words would be perfect. Not too many and not too few. Gentle and harmonious, like music. They would make perfect sense or keep their silence.
In a perfect world, words would always tell the truth. Without lies, there would be no anger. Without anger, there would be more love. In a perfect world, only love would speak.