I admire you for those cunning claws

that knit and pick

on others

 

Little pinpricks are those claws

 

They’re diggers

they devise storm worthy plans

for those lowly humans

 

And they love you for it

 

You humiliate them

scratch ragged lines

across their arms

 

But they don’t weep because of that

they weep because you

are untouchable

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