I think I was born into the wrong body.
I don't want to be human.
Somewhere things got mixed-up, I am sure I was meant to be a tiger.
Wearing orange every day would be fantastic, and I would finally look good in stripes.
PETA would envy my wardrobe.
My big mouth would be an asset and no one would be mad when I ripped someone's head off.
When I talked, everyone would listen... or else.
My stare would be intimidating.
I would have the most adorable babies!
Better yet, they would be grown and out of the house by the time they were two!!
No matter how old I got or how much I weighed, others would still call me exotic.
Oh, how I envy the lucky soul who got my real body!
"human cleverness must remain subordinate to nature's wisdom."
November 2017 :)
1 month ago