Call Me a Dandy

These three, my favourite,
naked species—
physically, emotionally.

They satisfy sepia aesthetics—
are what they are.
Isn’t that how we simplify life?

Eat, sleep, play.
But some species must work;
put bones, milk, crackers in bowls.

It’s the goal,
a fortunate life,
when passion becomes profession.

Call me a dandy, if you wish.
I fancy a refined evolution—
the best of science and nature

combined—
canine, feline, avian,
in all their glorious potential

create income for me,
companionship for others—
all dependent on creature comfort.