‘And What? (A poem about listening)’

And what?

Fall behind on a

Modern scale?

Leave development to the birds

For I am unlike them.

I feel things they do not,

Know things they never will,

The fear of the hunt,

The desire not to kill.

But what sets you apart?

Is it the length of your soul?

Your appetite for exhaustive conversation?

I find myself at a loss to describe

Why I am still here.