by Mary E. Lowd

Sometimes I feel like a feral wolf…

But you know what a wolf is?
By definition
They’re wild animals
Free & complete

Sometimes my friend calls me
A cauldron of bees

Do you know what a cauldron of bees
Is like?
If no one pokes it?
And complex

What about cats though?
(Because I know that’s what I am)
They’re not supposed to be feral…
Lurking in the spaces
Between homes

But if treated right
Even the feral ones
Are lovely
And treat
As they are treated

They’re all just animals
(And so are we)
Wolves, cats, and so many bees

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