White Tiger

WE take animals from their natural environment and call them rare, special, endangered and place them in boxes. We pay to see them, stare at them and photo them like lab slide specimens. We force them to behave in our ways, to conform and behave and allow us to care for them. Inseminate them, give a make believe homes, conform to our idea of routine and time.

Then one day one of them kills one of us. For them we are in their part of the jungle or forest, we are invading their box. They protect it like we would ours, and we kill them for doing something natural and instinctual.

We are a species of pious platitudes.