It looks at you,
imploring eager eyes
tail wagging and tongue sagging,
groveling in the mud, muzzling your toes,
so unabashedly vulnerable and yet with such careless abandon,
as if a friendly pat, a few gently mumbled nothings,
would fulfil its existence
Meanwhile bombs drop and havoc prevails
blood pours into the sea
like a crimson glacier at the peak of summer
markets plummet, economies crash,
meteors brush past and stars collide
storms rip through, ecosystems subside,
nations and masses collectively fret
solutions seem impossible to beget
And you look back at the joyous ball of fur cuddling at your feet,
gaze into the depths of those benevolent beads for eyes
and for that brief moment
all problems seem solved
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