Feeding Frenzies
Noticing the animals in this place, the cats that roam, the dogs that wander, the rooster that has now infiltrated my space, the ants, the flies, the mosquitoes, it's all clear - they have adapted and have become like the inhabitants of this place - taking on the characteristics of the people who live here.
There is much infiltration of personal space by these species. There is fear domineering. Hunger has crazed most of them, where hunger springs forth behavior that borders on insane. Street cats plough into my dwelling, using the open door, jumping on tables, counters, ripping food from the pots and pans, till I began feeding them by throwing food out the window, then the rooster from who knows where got the message that there's free food and started showing up all hours of the day crowing and demanding its due.
The flies they come in droves, sink their swarms in all places to hatch, high places. Then descend on all living and once living essences. Mosquitoes arrive as soon as dusk settles, hovering like tiny helicopters they drive me indoors as soon as star and beak appear.
And the mad dogs keep multiplying, arriving in groups of wagging grinning males and their consorts, using every space as pissing ground, to mark, then flashing fangs to fight for the right to inseminate. And it's a frantic, crawling, yowling existance they plough out here among the penned in sheep that grow fat on hormones and hay and from which the ticks fall merrily onto bladed grasses to feed off of another warm blooded creature. Every thing and one feeding in an energy sucking frenzy.
This is the outcome. The result in the equation of harsh realities and the domineering cruel spirit of man and his interaction with the animal kingdoms. Too much severity. Too much starvation, for too long. Too many waterless days and nights. Too many slaughters without mercy. Too many killings in one place.
Eventually, there's retribution. Here a bite, there silence broken, there a disease, lost work days and sleepless fitful nights. And the desensitized would laugh at such sentiments - but it's the numbness of entrails plucked still warm from bodies that does that. It's the animalistic nature in man, who has become like these creatures where life has one meaning and one meaning only - fulfillment of desire. Feeding the hunger and baring fang to any vulnerable foe in its midst.
There is much infiltration of personal space by these species. There is fear domineering. Hunger has crazed most of them, where hunger springs forth behavior that borders on insane. Street cats plough into my dwelling, using the open door, jumping on tables, counters, ripping food from the pots and pans, till I began feeding them by throwing food out the window, then the rooster from who knows where got the message that there's free food and started showing up all hours of the day crowing and demanding its due.
The flies they come in droves, sink their swarms in all places to hatch, high places. Then descend on all living and once living essences. Mosquitoes arrive as soon as dusk settles, hovering like tiny helicopters they drive me indoors as soon as star and beak appear.
And the mad dogs keep multiplying, arriving in groups of wagging grinning males and their consorts, using every space as pissing ground, to mark, then flashing fangs to fight for the right to inseminate. And it's a frantic, crawling, yowling existance they plough out here among the penned in sheep that grow fat on hormones and hay and from which the ticks fall merrily onto bladed grasses to feed off of another warm blooded creature. Every thing and one feeding in an energy sucking frenzy.
This is the outcome. The result in the equation of harsh realities and the domineering cruel spirit of man and his interaction with the animal kingdoms. Too much severity. Too much starvation, for too long. Too many waterless days and nights. Too many slaughters without mercy. Too many killings in one place.
Eventually, there's retribution. Here a bite, there silence broken, there a disease, lost work days and sleepless fitful nights. And the desensitized would laugh at such sentiments - but it's the numbness of entrails plucked still warm from bodies that does that. It's the animalistic nature in man, who has become like these creatures where life has one meaning and one meaning only - fulfillment of desire. Feeding the hunger and baring fang to any vulnerable foe in its midst.
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