No one knows my species.
I’ve no identity.
Scholars have done theses
on the possibility
that I’m a one-time hiccup
in the scheme of things
(if that).
Others seem to want to
think
my DNA reads ‘cat.’
I seem to have a human
mind
and face, with such
expression
as extends to human beings
the collective strong
impression
that I'm somehow one of you.
I hope this isn’t true.
I can’t believe the awful
things
you say and think and do!
Autonomous and parent-less
(I knew no mom or dad),
so what if I’ve no
provenance?
You know, I think I’m glad.
.
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