Back when the galaxy
was young
they say the wheel of fortune
spun,

the exploded stardust gathered
into everything we see
and we (the lucky ones!) landed
atop the species tree

where we look down
on the frogs, the antelopes,
the bumblebees
and other clusters
of cosmic dust
going about their business

who must feel
the universe is not just
a little nuts but cruel
to have gifted us
the wherewithal to rule.

And they, who live their lives
without much fuss,
may wonder why
the creatures sitting high
above them in the species tree
(winners of the cosmic lottery!)
are so often singing
songs of misery.