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Jun 2015
He loved her more--
than he could ever imagine.
Only because he had the imagination of a squirrel
some euphoric animal who's only thoughts,
were as creative as: find nuts; hide nuts.

He never knew what he was doing,
as his eye sight was so poor,
even the bats that were outside his home
echoed the depraved behavior before him.

He had the temper of some territorial animal--
hippopotamus will suffice as this is what he resembled
because when he was told "no"
everything around him felt the thrashing
that was about to come down on them.

This cat clinging to her last life
when all the other eight were lost to past fights--
she held on tight, and finally found the strength for one word.
A freedom she's always had but some snake hid it from her.

The bear had claws and strength to hold the feline down
as the monstrosity that he was crushed her wind-pipe.
Startled by the crackling of twigs in her neck
a reminder that common beast fear fire.

Slumped against the wall next to his prey,
as a koala confused by the nature in front of him--
struggling to understand the horror.
He simply slips into another creature
clearing his conscious of the flames he fears.
I don't know where this came from, but I think it's about the abuse and lies that people do and tell themselves/others.  It's the somewhat truth to life.  Fear controls.
Michael Ryan
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Michael Ryan  31/United States
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