Mammals (a poem)

we’re nothing but mammals

we walk, not crawl

through orange leaves

common in the fall

i’ve been in this house so long

i forget what it’s like out there –

hustle & bustle

breaking our backs

for snacks

& other goodies –

look! that bearish man appears

from murky thickets

he has hooves instead of hands

tell me, man:

do you believe what you see?

or do you doubt your eyes?

time is not linear

never was

never will be

& the calendar is nothing

but a human invention

to make us gather like ants

on this big ‘ole anthill

we’re nothing but mammals

looking at ourselves

in trick mirrors

(Photo by Ben Sweet on Unsplash)