Zoosome

Tiger strolls over to Zebra's cage,
and gives a friendly pat-on-back.

Zeb: Hey, that was totally uncalled for.
Just 'cause you're on higher food chain,
doesn't give you the right to exercise your paw.

Nothing doing, Zeb slyly returns,
To cut off T's 'But but...' ,
And look, you're blushing.
Red-face tiger- that's a rare sight!

You know, T states sensitively,
To blush is to sign to withdraw
from a confrontation.

Herbie jeers, you're a miserable Cat,
you don't belong to the place you are in.
Your claws, they're worthless,
And so are your dagger teeth.

I definitely feel miserable, agrees T,
I better go elsewhere.
And strolls over to Lion.

What's up? He tries to collate information.
Same shit, Leo deigns to speak,
Different day.

You're lucky, T envies,
You don't have to prove yourself.
You're royal. Indisputably scary.
And monkeys poke me for fun.

Dont be too sure, Lion replies sagely.
Being scary isn't everything.
It gets lonely on the pyramid top.
You wont know until you are there.

Still unsure, he approaches the monkeys,
And the long-tailed beasts eye him
With much Wisdom and Compassion.

Come, White Beard beckons,
Do you know the power of wit and humor?
Do you know why levity sounds like levitate?
We grew tails long and funny,
To mock causation and logic,
We live by the hours and days.
All these sounds we make,
To defy harmony and order.
And why shouldn't we?
Why revere resonance?

Chaos and randomness, that's religion.
Why are your stripes ordered?
Why not make them circular and bendy?
That's freedom.
Don't give in to the imagined authority.

And Whitebeard waits for Tiger,
To deconstruct.