Where were the people when I needed them
Were they where I left them?
Did the full moon transform them into werewolves
In a warehouse coveted to me?
Why wear the fur of the monstrosity of nature?
Or are humans wary that they need some creature to poach so they can reach the clouds ?
Were this a poem,
A parable of wear and tear
I’d gladly state my animosity wherever it would state:
I’m a human feral.
A token to the lost parade
Share the flag of those who ask where to care and when!
Posted on Sep 12, 2021, in STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged animals, Creative Writing, humanity, Life, Nature, POETRY, Stream of consciousness, stream of consciousness poetry, word prompt. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.