Paw Prints

Prints on the dirt road
tell tales of night visitors.
They slither, creep, hop
leaving their calling card trails.

We have an agreement.
I walk the path through the day
and leave it for them at night,
each enjoying the serenity
of the floresta
without infringing
on the other.

How is it that mankind
has not figured out how
to live in harmony with all?
What is it in our nature
that trades peace for greed
and aggression?

Where do we start to
reverse this need for dominance?
Is it a fantasy to think we
can have a world based
on love and respect?