If I were a bird, I would soar on wind and wing, taking in a wide world.
No telephone-wire-sitting for me. I would find the tallest fragrant branch, safe and not unduly exposed, but high enough to have a perspective uncluttered and as big as sky in this beautiful world.
If I were a fish, I would not be a bottom feeder, skimming the dark and dirty wave, breathing in the refuse of the world.
I would glide near the surface, deep enough to be free and safe, but close to the risk of wonder-world–that place of light and color. I would ease close enough to imagine what that way of living air free might feel like, and I would look and long beyond my watery limitations.
And I would be able to spot a lure a mile away, prey for no one, preying on no one.
If I were a human. …
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