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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