When dogs encounter
They hesitate,
They sense a kinship
Stop, sniff, then part.
As birds glide they tune
A mutual note,
Beak by beak greetings flare
To form the music of the air.
Even cups in a tray
Make a sound as they touch;
Leaves rustle;
Yet the human voice is hushed.
Strangers silently we passed
Only to look behind;
The other's head has also turned
As if to greet my mind.
What do you think of Sheikha A. El-Miskery's poem? Does the poem make any sense in our real world? Keep the commenting coming. Enjoy
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