she came running right to me,

sat and cocked her head –

her eyes. already big, peering out from the bottom of the jar.

“Please take this off,” she seemed to ask ,

as she wagged her plume of a tail.

“of course!”

her head covered with remnants of the grated cheese it once held,

i was grateful for the trust we had….

much more than the idea of whose cheese it was supposed to have been.

relationships are built on communication and trust, 

not dominance and submission.

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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