The cat on my piano crouches humbly,
Purring softly,
Never worries that he purches on a platform six times taller than himself.
For he knows that he can rise
Step nimbly the the edge,
Spring off and hit the ground with a perfect casual grace.
I imagine what would happen
If I jumped from a platform thirty-five feet from the ground.
But the cat is unconcerned about my musing.
He will choose the moment of his landing
Taking it all for granted.
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If we can divert flood waters,
If we can go to the moon,
If we can transplant hearts,
If we can talk to people on the other side of the world,
Then maybe--just maybe—we can figure out how to conquer human oppression without fighting bloody wars.
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