My Eyes Open to a Light Rain and Mockingbird Song

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My eyes open to a light rain and mockingbird song.

In the moment it takes for sleep to fall from the crevices of my consciousness, the world is alien. I have traveled here from a more ordinary planet. How strange that water falls from the sky; that a creature flies around and makes beautiful sounds for some yet undiscovered reason. How strange that life abounds here in the face of the constant, systematic rape from its dominant species – born and suckled here themselves.

The moment passes – a flood of familiarity – I again join in the matricidal march of my kind.