Roaming off on their 4 legs into the spirit of the wind, their tongue hangs along the hairs of their chin as the smile of their intense white teeth brightens the shadow.

The warmth and comfortability that circulates the air, they would never understand what its like to be in that shadow. 

The shadow that hunts the kind who had no choice but 

to sit with the one understanding of fleas, dirt, and gloom that sucks up the illuminating light of the sky

to eat the wonders of the unknown and be left to view the world behind the steal bars of our hate

to be taken from their first love and tortured upon the hands and weapons of mankind.

They would never understand.

The luck of being able to roam free, to consume the fresh, and to be in the hands of safety

They would never understand, 

what it means to be in the animals’ shadow. 

By: Amaris Delgadillo