They're house companions accustomed
to the same comforts their humans live in
with no wish to exit the warmth and security
of a house, luxuriating in their due as
pampered little pets, yet like their humans
they yearn to be in the outside. Not in the
confines of a garden as pampered as they
are, but in the wilds of nature curiously
sniffing and snuffling along forest trails
an ancient collective memory lodged deep
in their subconscious that this truly is their
home. Yet in their home they become avid
hunters should ever a bee, a moth or a fly
enter for they know that flying creatures can
be cruel, stinging and threatening and they vie
between them to spring upon the intruder and
dispatch it to a deserved death that the bee
the moth or the fly evade through their own
instincts of inherited self-preservation.
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