Our Bones Know
Our Bones Know Hunch sixth sense intuition—we don’t agree on the name but there is something our bones know Our dog sits alert, waits at the door We’ve been gone a week, but he senses our arrival I time it, the dog sitter reports, exactly twenty minutes Dog bones know, too. Subtle tension or ease, vibrations in the air, thoughts floating by The hive one shared mind bright, light wide-open knowing
Bones, gut, heart, they know.
Dogs’ and ours. How? We don’t know.
All in “one shared mind.”
You’re onto something here. I’ve seen evidence of such in Holly’s behaviour.