Too many problems,
Too much time to care for
With feeding schedules,
Lighting, oxygen supplies,
Litanies of responsibility.

But next to my reclining chair
Behind a set of glassy panels
The world is on display,
Full of fun and fear
Flying, fleeing, feeding, fornicating.

And all I have to do is watch.

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