A house is made

A house is made,

from the hairs they shed,

in an act of grooming,

we witness symbiosis at play...

The deer stands still,

waiting for the refills,

as jackdaw would pluck,

snippets from the tufts. 

And I marvel, these insights,

to be empathetic, to other's plight,

creating boundaries, in interactions, 

allowing this contract, to function.

For, us human, don't even trust,

word spoken, promises made,

yet, in wild, they never cross, 

even in matters, of life & death. 

So, a house is made,

from that faith, an invisible oath,

where participants, know the role,

to build a unique ecosystem.

That flows, in nature's fold,

much to our amusement,

yet, it leaves behind a question...

Are we following, the true course?