He may not be human.

He may not be human,

but he is sensitive, and real.

He breathes and he loves,

he angers and he feels.

He may not be human,

but he is adoring and shrewd.

His life does not revolve around aggression

and food.

He may not be human

and his teeth may chew,

but he sits beside me daily as I drink

my after-work brew.

He may not be human,

he may strangely wag a long vertebrae to say he is cheerful;

But in the end I know where I stand at all times

and I definitely know he is not fearful.

He may not be human,

I may not stay out all evenings with others of my kind

simply because without the non-human friend I have

I would simply become blind.

He may not be human,

he may not show skin.

But he saved me from sorrow,

and he helped me begin.

To my lovely dog, Chui.