The Horned Toads Confront Their Young Human Captors

How dare you take the horrors of our life from us,
How dare you display us in this cardboard mockery 
Where nothing struggles,
Where all is provided, 
Where no enemies hide in ambush.
Look closely: blood shoots out of our eyes,
Touch us, and warts grow out of your hands.
We feed on dust and the rays of the sun,
We can move faster than your mighty brains
Can tell your hands to follow.
When you try to pry our secrets
We will become sharp stones.

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