I Wonder

I wonder if swans see the beauty of a sunset. See the way their movements change and distort it’s reflection in the shimmeiring water. I wonder if they see the brilliant colours, and admire them the same way we do.

I wonder if wolves see beauty in smell. The way it lingers and tells stories only they can read. Do they love the smell of dead, rotting flesh they way we might love sizzling fried chicken? Would they be lost without smell more than without sight?

I wonder if cheetahs love to run. Do they feel light? Feel a rush? Do they ever run just for the sake of it? Do they race each other to see who is fastest?

I wonder if birds love to fly. To be carried by the wind and see the world in an endless stretch around them. To leap off the edge of a cliff, dive in a rush and pull up at the last second. Do they get depressed if they can't fly anymore? Like a person who can no longer walk?

I wonder. If mice told horror stories, would they involve cats?

I wonder if the idea of an afterlife is unique to humans. Because you can never know what another being believes, if you cannot communicate with them.

I wonder if there are entire worlds we are blind to. Like a person without sight, we simply do not have the senses to detect that world, and are oblivious that it is all around us.

I wonder how limited our minds really are.

When we die, will we see everything, or nothing?

Do all living things fear death?

If there is an afterlife, why is death so universally feared?