Animals again, as we stood in packs and tended the hungry mouths and tired cries of our young.
Animals again, as we moved with purpose in fate’s sure hands.
Animals again, hunting in the shops and shelves of our survival.
Animals again, as we preened one another, purred and huddled together.
Animals again, as Gaia reminds us that we are one of many kinds.
Animals, biding our time to be claimed by the soil and the sea on this lonely planet of life, again.
On standing in the security lines at one airport or another.
8/10/2019 11:49:27 pm
I’ve felt many times recently in airport security lines that this must be what animals feel like on the way to slaughter.
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