Treasure Island

Nate Flying Owl

(01/07/88 / Milwaukie, OR)

Letter To A Serval


Lovely serval, let honesty flow
What have you heard about me lately?
Has word of mouth reached Africa's heart
Moved through the grass while you were hunting
And informed you of my psychosis?

Have you heard of my isolation,
My debilitating loneliness
Made even worse by Man's apathy?
Have you heard of the nihilism
That has been growing within my heart?

Or has no one bothered to tell you
To regard your concern for a friend?
Does anyone seek my benefit
In the same way you seek your next meal?
Does anyone know you know me?

Submitted: Friday, August 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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