Like a cat in the corner watching birds at the well.
Like a snake in the grass they watch and dwell
On rewards of the things that they don’t understand.
They spew forth requests. Bark orders. Demands.
They think they are right. That it’s just what we want.
They think they are strong when in fact, they are not.
They are small. They are weak. Borderline infantile.
And they can’t comprehend the true love and design
Of a thing such as we. Though try as they may
They cannot be the preditor of an unwilling prey.
Poetry
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I enjoyed this piece a lot! It’s rebellious, fun, and a little sinister in tone. Makes me want to write about a revolution or try on a dystopian science fiction short story.
I’m flattered that you found an inspiration in my writing. Thank you for the feedback. It’s always appreciated.
You’re welcome! I’m happy you wrote it!