The Call 

they don’t understand the bird’s call

the lines on the bird’s feet mean nothing to them

lions growl in desperation 

they’re choosing to ignore it

even if the smallest mouse understood

those 

Monsters

would not control us

still they refuse to understand

why the elephant’s stomp

my full grown boy still can’t stand 

like a baby giraffe 

straight out the mother’s womb

straight out of my womb

Says the mother

wolves are killing themselves 

at least on the surface

they don’t think 

about the sheep

with the knife

our Government is purposely 

cutting the dog’s tongue

and our wings

so we don’t understand the bird’s call