studies (conducted in my home) have shown that when you sing your cat a little song about how much you love them, they understand exactly what you're saying, and they feel it in their little heart
the pigeon doesn’t understand your disdain for it; it coos for you anyway. the tree does not know you own an axe for it; its leaves sway in the sun anyway. the starving cat eats the poison you put out. it doesn’t know how not to trust. the earth forgives you, in spite of yourself