how small we are
how frail how precarious
no sturdy carapace
no camouflage
nor ferocious roar
just wits and guile
and reasoning
to navigate this world
awash with peril
how small we are
to face such dangers
unprepared
save for our chameleon traits
to change or die
knowing when to hide
and when to hunt
when to travel
and when to breed
we colonise, we war
we preach we love
how small we are, and yet
we hold the world to ransom
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© Graham Sherwood 07/21
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