ANT
The ants build pyramids
With blocks of sand
Just like the Egyptians
Whose pyramids are admired
But the ants go down the drain
Not unlike the people of today
Fox
I can smell the dew in the air
Feel the lush green grass in my paws
Gaze at the immense blue sky, just like you
But no, we are not the same
So I am shot for my ratty pelt
And sold like the slaves of nor
Dog
I am classified violent
If I bark while provoked
He is classified a wimp
If he cries while beaten
Why do people look at one half
But ignore the other
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Therapeutic Stories
ContoThese are short stories and poems I have written to let my feelings loose. They may or may not trigger others.