unburdened by us,
by moral
or civil laws
these animals neither
care
nor wonder
what might be right,
what might
be wrong.
they just are. just
are.
how hard it is to be
what
you are meant
to be, a struggle,
and yet for them,
so easy.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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