It’s all relative.
The blotch became a raccoon,
squished across the double line.
We watch our close relatives
being killed all day,
so one as distant as a raccoon,
is a passing thought.
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It’s all relative.
The blotch became a raccoon,
squished across the double line.
We watch our close relatives
being killed all day,
so one as distant as a raccoon,
is a passing thought.
f