senses
My human family’s very nice.
I have to say they try;
It’s not their fault I do things
and they cannot figure why.
I guess they’re smart (or sort of),
but a way that they are dense is
that they have never figured out
that I have extra senses.
When I come into any room,
I know (I’m never off),
The best spot I can curl up.
That’s my sense of soft.
And dogs? I know from far away
if they are friend or foe.
It’s not a calculation —
It’s something I just know.
I’ve heard my humans theorize
one extra sense of mine.
They’ve never even guessed the truth:
I have twenty-nine!
-Chocolate
