Hour 10

In the exhalation of poets, we writers like to categorize everything bundle them up. I wonder what a collection of humans would be? Not as congress or community as we would not agree on anything.

In a shrewdness of apes the gorillas at large from the zoo should be better than entering into man’s realm. There is no stopping or departing from bus terminal 3.5 for Africa.

Picture a cauldron of bats brewing the night sky into insect tea.

The glare of cats will gleam in the night.
Cheetahs may form a coalition
but never orangutans.

A tower of giraffes loom in the desert.

Is it a smack sting or slap of jellyfish?

It is definitely a lump of otters.

Tigers ambush
zealous zebras.

But humans?
If only we got along.
Not a crew a troop or agreement.
It would be a disagreement of humans
a force of manipulation
a gathering of egos.
A disrespect of all.
Nothing good comes from
categorizing so maybe
we are all fades of ourselves.