A brief freestyle-ish poetry. More of a collection of words really to express thought.

A large part of this brief text I can actually attribute to recent reading here and there, and the idea of a sort of Jigsaw Complex in addition to a few stray thoughts here and there.

Very strongly inspired the the concept of change. The idea that a dominant species or creature can feel safe or content to merely remain. Things are the way they are and that is how they will remain.

Her declaration in a way to reintroduce age old struggle. Mammals were not always the dominant creature in either writing or reality, but it is often intereseting to think as to what would race through the mind of dominating, often predatory beings when confronted by the same realities that haunt their targets daily. To think that multiple dominants will remain friends, a ticking time bomb.

Just thought is all. I'm in a bit of an exploration spark.

I've covered briefly how Fragile the peace is between the varying species in this world, and I hope to someday(maybe soon) expand upon that. The more submissive species only sticking together out of fear, uncertainty and doubt. The more dominant ones maintaining little to no tolerance of each other, merely for the sake of survival.

Never considering the least of all options.