by Don Two
A strawberry has human thoughts.
|On a hot July morning in the year 2025,
Strawberry Buddy, suddenly aware
(with human thoughts), struggled
with this overpowering miasma
of brainwave focus within his
soft red self: jealous of the
stately oak, envious of
the plumper berry,
anxious of the
only for man now
escape, or perhaps mere
cried without eyes.
Then conflict arose, like a jackal
and a dove, wherein love, compassion
and empathy faced bitterness and the
lance of hate. Yet Buddy possessed
reason, a tempering tool, a calming
component of human thought
packed within a limited
I am merely pulp, Buddy mused, yet
I know, too of love and of sacrifice.
I do not know how I know, but
this battle can be controlled.
I think, therefore I am…