All The Animals by John Grey

The sounds are lovely
and their instincts just.
Even in the travails
of the lowliest ant,
nothing is trivial.

And they all strive to continue.
Not just themselves
but their kind.
See the deer
distract the predator
away from its young ones.
Species survival
is the only conclusion.

In a perfect world,
there’d be a perfect place
for every creature.
Man would be part of the whole,
not the wrecking ball of encroachment.

But we branch out.
We spread our wares.
We expand so others may shrink.

Now the sounds are muted
and the instincts devolve,
day after day,
subject to further and further revision.

©2018 John Grey

 

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John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Examined Life Journal, Evening Street Review and Columbia Review with work upcoming in Harpur Palate, Poetry East and Visions International.

 

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