The miner has an axe
to wield
when lonely or tired.
Lungs full of soot
and sweating to the bone
he knows the next swing will be
like the last, and a day’s work
will be measured in
ounces of profit.
The oil man drills deep
into the earth
to provide
the energy we use to build
over the same land
that has been drilled.
When I’m tired and jaded
I turn to her.
Her eyes have been on me,
since the day I took her
from mom and dad.
Even when she’s not there
as she is now,
I feel her affection.
Her eyes pore into mine, and I feel
love, warmth, and affection
seep through my widening pores
from across the room.
I can sleep well tonight knowing
my furry friend is at ease.
The Bird's Song 