Humans

On a bright sunny Sunday,

Standing on the balcony,

And looking at my neat garden,

I saw these things. 

A mantis snapped up a beetle,

A sparrow snatched up the mantis,

A hawk scooped up the sparrow,

All the while a vulture waited in the shadows. 

Hunter becomes the hunted,

And the cycle goes on,

And on, 

And on. 

I went into my air conditioned room,

Crashed on my bed, smiling,

Ah! No predators hunting me! 

So, who exactly killed my dreams?

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