Speciesism

Sigh. Existence can be so miserably
unfair. Life in a species autocracy
specifically, condemned by those
animals to whom human logic
remains obscure and wildly canted
to favour upright bipedal-prone
animals whose hubris is insufferable.
After all, even they subscribe to the
truism that he who 'finds' is the
'keeper'. Yet here is a glaring
instance of humans favouring their
kind over legitimate aspirants to
'found gold'. What space more neutral
than a woodland setting where a
lost mitten or scarf forlornly pleads
for notice, and a black Labrador
responds, taking ownership, only
to have the treasure summarily
retrieved from his possession and
placed on a raised tree branch out
of reach of the frustrated finder?
Oh, there are those who find it in
them to commiserate with that loss,
witness to the unjust treatment, but
they too belong to the very same tribe 
as the one who has been deprived.