Why Do We Keep Killing Each Other
I have become the tree, perched on a limb,
Bow in hand, camouflaged grey, black, and brown.
Looking with my eyes, not moving my brim,
Detecting movement, the forest slows down.
Suddenly, a flicker of ear and tail,
Flashes in the sun entering my view.
Deer browsing, eyes darting, heads bob, ears flail,
Squirrel climbs near, my position askew.
Chattering loudly, bushy tail thrashing,
Alerting of danger for all to hear.
Blue jay flies in and joins with jeers lashing,
Deer, with a flick of the flag, disappear.
Why can't humans communicate so well,
Spanning differences, on earth where we dwell?
Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2017