Harmless and Beautiful

Regret and perspective

I see you, human. I see your wide eyes, your sunburned skin, your trembling fist clutching a green-tinted bottle. I smell the pheromones flooding from your skin and I hear your racing heart.

To be honest, I’m surprised you heard me. I figured I’d drop down off the ridge pole of your fancy canvas tent, gobble up the ant on the table next to your cot, and …