May I ask humans?

Why do I feel trapped,confused?

    Out of place?

        Am I in your way?

Why do you insist on  inflicting pain?

       The lights are too bright, 

so I freeze in place hoping for you to avoid me , \

Others just care less or even lose control.

                 May I ask a human ?  What is that strange contraption?

It feels cold,solid,hard as if stepping onto a hard rock surface,

It's anything but grass.

                     I miss how things used to be, quiet, lush trees cover the area and plenty of grass to eat on.

The roads are not very easy to navigate 

Nor time when a contraption is coming our way. 

So may I ask again humans? Why take our way of living with gun force and aggression if we can’t talk or fight back?

Why even make us suffer for your personal enjoyment?

I beg,please stop making cutting down our trees,

To make another route home because we need a route too.