(#48) None Are Birds

There, this is the world:

Beside you are the cows, the buffalo,
Toiling hard, do they know?
The occasional bull, trudging.
A slaughter house, the end point,
The pigs, those naive sybarites,
The horses running around,
Aimlessly, do they know?
Unblemished sheep, their white wool
Stolen, no questions, no resistance.
The loyal sheep dog, constructing borders,
Creating friction for the workspace.
So much unnecessary order, does it know?
A daily cycle, routine slog.
All prayers for the farmer,
Does he even care?

There, this is the world.
None are birds.