Looking to define our separation
We call it instinct
Voiding the sentient nature of life forms
A bird lifts from atop trees
A measured effort, without brain power
Simply gaining energy potential
We see a crow
Rising to the clouds
Grieve over a lost calf
Refusing to leave it behind
Have you heard the clicks
At the the bow?
Dolphin playing in the undertow
Our ability to think together
Is unique, beautiful, terrifying, destructive
Should we not return to some measured instinct?
That reasonable expectation
Of action-to-consequence ratio
The earth is one.