A cock-crow, is it not a black sort of sound? Am I not a sort of cock/crow combi? Or a worc kcoc? Turn it around and it looks beastly! What animal lives words lead. Do we not use them like we use creatures? Butchering one here, caging one there, breeding another over here, splicing, cross breeding, chomping on, carving up, masticating, using their bones as rhythm sticks, taking them for a walk, riding on them, being pulled along by them, guided in the wild, rescued on the occasion, swatting them, preserving them, scooping them out and stuffing them full, eating them raw, fishing for them, hunting them down, petting them, giving them away as gifts, burying them, putting them on our walls, watching them on TV, visiting them on Sunday, taming them, training them, giving them treats, inviting them into our beds, shearing them, catching them in nets, stealing their eggs, filching their honey, licking our lips at the salivary sight of their fried organs; do we not pray to them, worry over them, call them in at night, dig them up, put them on hooks and dangle them as bate, cut them up, compact them, trap them, poison them, cook them in their own fat, adore them, worship them, sacrifice them, punish them, misunderstand them, leave them in the dark, pity them, pamper them, hold them too tightly, imagine they are more like us, not understand that we are more like them, mis-translate them, over-translate them, pass by them daily without noticing them, imitate them, watch them move in their mysterious ways, let them be, never leave them be, put them on a leash, reign them in. Yes, words are the creatures that make us who we are, without the beast we would just be a head mouthing mutely. Words are our best friends, but they will betray us if we do not keep on our guard, don't you be mistaken about that.