Lost in plain sight

I am a man on a plain

Hip-deep in grass I can’t eat -

Perfect fodder for the beasts I must

Fear

And steer

Clear of…

Oh, I am cleverer than they are

By far.

I could count their legs five times over

Before any of them could decide which would

                                                             drive me into the ground first

And if the chance to debate the principles of non-violence ever arose

They’d be crushed by my logic,

Baffled by my wit,

My control of language.

 

But I find no consolation in such advantages

Stuck here

In the middle of a plain

Clearly not designed for a creature like me.

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