Oh how the flow flows down the stream,
how we don't understand an animals scream.
The clicks, ticks, and whistles echoing sounds,
all the languages around that surround.
Misunderstandings come and confuse the facts,
trying to understand nothing fits on their tracks.
If only we couldn't hear at all,
we wouldn't hear any of the animals call,
no confusion as we live our lives to live,
no responses to try to figure and give.
With only the silence that surrounds,
we wouldn't hear any of the other sounds.
They're just noises.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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I often wonder what it would be like to understand animal language, not that it would be words but rather emotions, sensations, calls and warnings. It would be a wonderful perspective. Well written
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