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offspring

when a lion swaggers into a new pride

and smells any cubs

that aren't his

he kills them

and eats them.

a yearling wolf

who challenges the alpha¹

(¹A bullshit word, by the way. What we call "Alpha," this wolf calls "Mother" or "Father," "Brother" or "Sister" or "Uncle.")

either emerges victorious

or slinks away,

excommunicated.²

(²A lone wolf is often a dying wolf.)

the cuckoo misplaced

must be frantically shunted

before it starves its foster siblings.

apocrypha holds:

the fawn that smells of the mother no longer,

tainted by man's interference,

even at his spotty-faced, gangly age,

is ripe for abandonment.

people speak of the "real world;"

of this harsh,

inhospitable,

unwelcoming place

that does not care about you

will not slow down for you

cannot slow down for anyone.

nature is the realest world we've got.

so please, forgive my withdrawal;

but i cannot be kicked from the nest

if i am no longer part of it.

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