We – are likened
Yet parted
Differently defined
Yet connected
We live
We die
We observe the world
Unfurled morn,
Amber rich sunset
We feel moments of
Comfort
Sorrow
I, Animal
Do not see into your thoughts
But I sense you
Feel you
And know
Somehow
I am - you
Art © J.H. Dickinson
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