Their Society

A Poem by A

My commodious paws and nasty claws don't belong here
Everything set precisely, beautifully colored
Each human person surrounded by others of their kind
Harmonious ringing vibrates in their friendly growls
The most youthful of their cubs pressed securely against the stable bodies of their bearers
Protectors stood firmly in intricate lines to keep their society safe from monsters like me
Their bodies so clean and abstract and beautiful
Ours rough, sharp
Their society colorful and perfect
Much unlike our primitive, aggressive tribe
I want to be like the human people
I want to be a part of the land, yet grow to touch the sky

-A