Have you observed
how we, humans, fall
between two stools?
cat crap, dog turds
Cat people
Dog people
Cat stool
planted furtively
lies secretly
awaits discovery
'watered' regularly...
yet nothing grows...
Cat creeps hiding.
Dog stool
stands steaming
proudly announces
itself on shoe
unashamed spreads
even to carpets
Dog leaps wagging.
Between stools
not much to choose
both may, of course,
make a human blind...
are owl pellets...
purely visionary then?
Author notes
I truly think we might be either cat people or dog people. I am a cat for certain. Not proud of my shit. Wish it to be buried.
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Holy crap, I mean... well yeah, I mean crap. Literally. This cracked me up, but honestly, I have never thought to use dog and cat crap as a metaphor for life. LOL I'm definitely a cat person. I want my shit hidden, I don't want anyone all up in my shit. Funny that I own nothing but dogs. Freud would probably have a fucking field day with that.
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