Us creatures, misunderstood,
discuss everything,
from humans to food.
Our safe place, a must,
is our retreat, to
escape their disgust.
They think I'm a bee,
not a hoverfly,
with bold yellow to see.
They wave, curse and swat,
whilst treating my life
with such little thought.
Our poor crab, who's dead,
our meeting point,
was kicked in the head.
The human nerves frayed,
they tossed him aside,
he'll soon be decayed.
Spiders, fat and thin
gather together,
outcasts in unison.
The exclusion they feel,
and contempt they receive,
is far from ideal.
Us creatures, misunderstood,
discuss everything
to lighten the mood.
With no humans here,
in our own safe place,
we've nothing to fear.
