Pride: plurality of the singular

You’ve got the claw,

I’ve got the fang

What we have most of all

Is knowing we do this


Four hoofed, four pawed

All think they can be winged

Stop their spinning and tuck away

When we’re on the periphery


Center stage a brute force act

Memory of the script primordial

Audiences feign they live through chatter

Yet worn groove shows they live through us

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