Words (tears)

A cat spied on me today. It didn't give a damn about my tears. Kind of interesting. I wouldn't expect a cow to bother. Nor a lizard. Though the little bird that have moved in and waits for me to open the doors in the morning so it can get in and see if I left her something, I would expect signs of curiosity from her. I can't really bring my tears to a table full of people. But animals. It feels normally good to cry with animals. Some animals, I realize now. The dog has long ago left its position as animal. I never cry in front of her.