Good Boy
lyricHe doesn’t know the world is cruel.
He only knows the door, the leash,
the park where squirrels break the rules,
and how your voice can be a feast.
He brings you things — a sock, a ball,
a stick he found beneath the oak.
He doesn’t know he’s giving all
the love that other hearts revoke.
And when you cry, he doesn’t ask.
He sets his chin upon your knee,
as if to say: I have no task
but being here. And being free.