So we’ve got
these things
that are just
the best at
what they do –
fruits and fireflies,
trees and tigers,
demons and dogs,
each commanding
a unique
genetic purpose
without question
or doubt.
Countless creatures
of leaf and fur,
of scale and skin,
of life and breath
working and resting,
foraging and nesting,
attacking and defending,
keeping this
clockwork ticking,
while we struggle
with our big brains
and fancy thumbs
to get at
the meaning
of life.
You’ll never
see a bear
slumped over
on the forest floor
wallowing in
the despair of
meaninglessness,
an ant paralyzed
by fear of change,
a fern listless
in the wake of
unrequited love.
Human beings are
simultaneously
the most effective
and defective
animals
on the planet.
Renee Novosel
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Copyright 2014
Wallflower Whimsy 
well, yeah, but on the other hand when did you ever see a koala write a poem about human beings
Is that wit or nitpicking? 😉
sort-of wit: that the very problem of,
‘… our big brains
and fancy thumbs’
is both our unease AND the source of our beauty; I would never pick nits, even if I had wit
Hahaha! Fair enough.
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Nice words…
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A beautiful truth.
Reminds me of The Damned Human Race by Mark Twain…
Wow … I’m flattered. Thank you!
It’s true!
Thank you! 🙂
I really like your work. This piece is great!
Thank you!
I was thinking about something similar a few weeks ago…
You never know. There could be an existential rabbit somewhere pondering hard about the meaning of life, only he doesn’t have much time to do it because everything wants to eat him. “To be, or not to be. That is the-AHH SHIT, FALCONS!!”
Nice poem.
I’d love to meet that rabbit! Hilarious. Thank you so much!
You bring up an interesting point. Great poem!
Thank you!
Dear beautiful Wallflower,
The world is more entangled than you think. Dolphins breathe consciously. Can you imagine? One very famous one became heartbroken when its (human) beloved left. Peter, the dolphin, refused to breathe, sank to the bottom of his pool and died. Compassion is a great connector. I love your blog!
Oh poor guy! Dolphins certainly do have something special going on … there’s no doubt. Even my dog gets depressed. It’s a broad and flawed metaphor, but you get the idea. 😉 Thank you Manja! You’re lovely as well.
Wow!Brilliant,absolutely brilliant.
Thank you, sir!