I Only Compare Myself To Six

I only compare myself to six Trixie is fierce and independent Biting and clawing her way to the top of the totem pole in the form of a hawk We back off and let her be Faerie Queen is a good girl, doing what she can to keep peace soothing everyone except Trixie whom she avoids flying away, fear of being eaten Sam is a black puma, with a thick tail, He looks at you with those slanted green eyes, and you know you have been devoured and eaten, back broken, head first No one double crosses Sam Marta is pure mess She loves piles upon piles upon piles Sorting and cleaning are things she scoffs Feeling her creativity would die if she did Cassha is curiously flitting from idea to ideal Searching in vain for something new in the world Marveling at anything she finds that she had never dreamed of or found before Ph'la is a pouter. She wants her own way Gets angry mad and fast if she does not get it. We all steer clear of her, hoping she will not move our face. Our face is a pure glare when Ph'la is in charge of us. Trixie and Faerie Queen together cannot fix the face after Ph'la gets going. We are trying though, we truly are.