I can´t say
what color the horse sees the day in
or the frog or the dog or the proverbial chicken
Their crazy mouths open to the rain
Spice of the air they drink
What flavour do they taste before it all drains
What do they feel what do they fear
Is the purpose of their lives something they are aware of?
I can´t say if an animal has a soul
Pieces of the invisible puzzle
that make up the world
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