"All men are enemies. All animals are comrades." - George Orwell, Animal Farm.
Little did i notice that this had impacted my perception of people
never noticed it until recently.
all i do is mold my loved into animals
i look at u & all i can grasp in is wat kind of beast would u b
i take in ur personality, ur traits, ur hidden face
then i go and create, mold, paint, come up with ur alter state
a hobby became an obsession
until one day i was asked to mold my own family
days and nights were spent thinking of the perfect match
stick figure legs, fragile, elegant, adored, picky
my dad the bird
precious, free, gives in abundance, beautiful
my mum the fish
clumsy yet strikingly elegant, fuzzy with emotions
my big sister the penguin
social yet cocooned at will, slow yet faster than all
my brother the turtle
fuzzy, cozy, lovable yet can claw ur eyes out
my little sister the cat
buzzing, fast, productive, loyal, would die if he ever stung u
my brother in law the bee
majestic in every aspect
this sums up my love the german shepherd
as for me well it didnt take me long to figure it out
i am an ostrich no doubt in that
iF by any chance u received a beast from me
know that i gave u a part of me for eternity
my comrades
my loved ones
my life.