Monday, September 04, 2006

Animals don't sing

He is slow when on prowl.

Fast if he wants something.

The mother is always stronger.

The father won't live with them.

In search of new mothers.

Seasons come and go.

The cub grows to be a mother.

The father is now the brother.

It is not about being an animal buddy.

It is about being a fucking human.

With reasoning.

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