Anima Pt. 1

The mouse ran into his hole as the snake scavenged the lot

too big to fit in that tiny crevice it circles and slithers and hisses and bites.

The prey is just on the other side.
what lingers of his wholesome meal
is now out reach.

The horse eats her hay as the riders pick sides

a sugar cube for arousal
and a comb for her mane
then once her choice is made
(as if it were hers)
they beat her, and ride her and sting her with their spurs.
at first her fear gets the best of her and she runs.
and runs. and runs.
then, as it often would occur
she grows accustomed
accustomed to the blinders and the pain. and all her life from then on she runs.


the parrot quacked all his life
and was never understood.
he pokes his masters
would not eat. and was rarely ever good.

he stood alone in that cage
all day and all night.
he discovered with a certain squawk of rage
that something sounded right
his master noticed him as if he was a sage
the master fed him something good and he squawked like that with all his might

the pleasure of their understanding was the greatest of their gifts.
but with time one simple word was  not enough
masters affection soon faded away.
he began to mimic things that were said in exchange for her appreciation
a rather scrumptious treat. and parrot never skipped a beat.  for something sweet

the mouse decided not to hide.
for fear was no reward.
he left his hole into another
and was sadly eaten whole.

the horse rebelled against her tracks
she ran against the road.
was beaten, bruised and then put down
though her actions had been bold.

the parrot died fat and old. with little to attract.
his mimicry gained nothing but a sweet pat on the back.

he died the happiest of all cause he compromised his act
would learn from his mistakes. but made no choices of his own