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[anniefrannie]

look at you.
you don't have it easy do you?
you are prosecuted for doing what is natural.
you feel the same feelings as me.
you feel fear and hunger; you want to survive, just like me.
but you struggle.
oh you struggle much more than us disruptive creatures do.
each day you rise and each moment your dear little eyes are open, you try and find a tiny spec of hope; that we as humans have selfishly disregarded.
but not you.
you appreciate that tiny and to us irrelevant spec as the taste of survival.
and so you continue and struggle each and every day.
our feet kick you and scare and startle you.
our cars kill you, maim you, frighten you.
but each morning you rise, not once, I'm sure ever thinking a negative thought of us or your life.
if only they could see what you go through.
but to them you are nothing but vermin.
an obstacle, a disadvantage to their day.
please accept my apologies.
for I truly see your struggles and I shed tears for you and at the thought that no one else sees your struggles and triumphs as city birds.