Animals

Do you ever think about the small conversations spiders have when they tap their feet in a fancy fashion to one another.

Or about what one frog croaks to another as they jump on the same lily pad.

What about the secret conversation being screamed out by the white Bellbird like a thunderstorm called forth.

And the pinging of the whale call deep inside the ocean, so loud even we can hear their sadness.

The lion doesn't hunt the gazelle because of the color of it's pelt.

And the seal doesn't attack the penguin because his life long bond is to another male.

The shark doesn't bite the fish because his scales don't shine his wealth across the sea.

A Grizzly Bear doesn't track the wolf because of who they elected to lead.

Why is it that we have all the words we could muster up and still don't understand each other.

How is it we hear these quiet conversations and we kill the spider out of fear.

We devour the frog because of his legs.

We hack the tree in which the Bellbird screams depriving us of oxygen and building a city where the tree once stood.

Dumping our waste into the ocean because we can't see the whale cut it's skin as it delicately dances through the debris.

We hunt the lion because of his beauty.

And we melt the ice cap where the bonded pair seeks shelter, instead falling into the endless ocean.

We slice the shark, only seeking it's fins, leaving it to fall like the first autumn leaves. Never swimming the vast waters again.

And the bears fur, oh is it warm beneath your feet, a rug on the floor. As warm as it was for the cubs that clung to it.

Do you ever think about the small conversations between a man and a woman as he paints her shades of purple.

Or the croak of one gun to another as they open fire, trying to reclaim their territories.

What about the secret conversations children have in the dark of shipping container as it moves ominously to it's destination, the hands of the wicked.

The pinging of a man's cry as a woman takes his dignity and tells him, men cannot be raped, so loud we can hear his sadness.

The human is hunted for the color of their skin.

And the human is attacked because his life long bond is to another male.

The human is bitten because she is destitute in the streets and would do anything to plant roots and grow.

The donkey and elephant fight, destroy, and burn because they voted for different people to lead.

Why is it that we have all the words we can muster up and still can't understand each other.

How is it we hear these deafening conversations and still sit idly by.

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A conversation on this piece.

A: "What do you call something that starts with one and multiplies to millions? That the host attacks with a natural defense system? That jumps to near by hosts after it has destroyed everything it has touched?"

B: "A virus?"

A: "Correct. And like all viruses, it has a name. Do you know what it is?"

B: "Hmmm. The plague?"

A: "Close."

B: "Is it symbolic? Like greed or wrath?"

A: "Oh my it can be. As well as lust and gluttony."

B: "I give up. There are so many I could never guess the right one I'm sure."

A: "..."

B: "Just tell me!"

A: "Humans."

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Note from author: I hope you enjoyed this poem. I hope we as a human race can turn it around.