therianthrope

poetry

i remain small
but fill out my petty stature
after all
why should the bugs not follow me?
i pretend not to be a bird
when jumping from leaf to leaf
i often wonder
should the the bugs not fear me?
i love but
do not like them
often times
i wonder if even that is true
after all
how do you measure the make of a bird
or the make of a bug
or a half-bug half-bird
and who does the measuring
anyway?

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