The forest is full of predators
Majestic feathers or soft fur
Brutal hunters underneath
A chorus of sweet bird songs
Escaping from piercing beaks
Colorful patterns that play and hide
Just waiting with their toxins
To protect, paralyze, or kill
Humans are scary beautiful too
Men are the apparent hunters
Some are natural protectors
And many are very obviously both
While woman were relegated
To the protective caretaker roles
Like elephants or otters
Fierce in their own right
Protecting family above all
Some women though are thieves
They have a dance they do
Subtle predatory moves they make
Hunting what isn’t theirs
Like a Mongoose they will start a war
Just to shack up before scurrying away
The best ones neutralize other females
Befriending them, distracting them
With compliments and friendship
Their weapons are lies and deception
In a way it’s all just nature
We can chose who and how to hunt
And who and how we protect
HASTYWORDS 
I’m reminded of how a cat will sometimes play with a mouse, especially a young cat that’s learning to hunt, not to be cruel, that’s a human thing, but as practice. Because, this is true:
“You can only fight the way you practice”
― Miyamoto Musashi, A Book of Five Rings: The Classic Guide to Strategy
Some practice to support and defend, and some to defeat and steal.
Some practice kindness, and some practice cruelty.
What we practice, we become.
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HASTY – Choices
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Be careful when you say it is just nature as you are delving into the realms of the unnatural.
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We are, either, predators or, preys, and sometimes, we’re, both, and, in this world of, survival of the fittest, we fight hard to, stay alive, by our own, means, and sometimes, we’re, forced to, eat others, because we don’t want to get, eaten, and, killing became, a necessity of our own, sutlrvival…
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We are, forced to, kill, for the sake of our, survival, because we don’t want to, get, preyed on.
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