it's 8:19 pm on a friday night and i'm inside wondering about everything not human i wonder if butterflies have social calendars and if any of them are ever left out by their counterparts or if blades of grass have issues with their parents and if their father tells them they better straighten up or else they'll be cut to bits by the lawn mower or perhaps if the moon has anxiety over all the little things it illuminates during the dark hours of the night maybe the tide feels uneasy washing away shattered dreams and long forgotten kisses that have been shared upon its shores i wonder if bumblebees really care about anything other than collecting pollen or if all they really want is to come home and let their wings rest for maybe just a minute maybe birds care for more than just their children and finding food and shelter for the day i wonder if they ever have disputed with each other or ever look down upon us humans and wonder why we're leading lives we don't want to lead you see i wonder if everything on this earth that's not a human being wonders about us about why we care so much and perhaps why we care too little i wonder if they notice the pain that emanates from our hearts i wonder if they can feel the slow drag in our step i wonder if they know that we would rather be anything other than ourselves i wonder