Insects feel, how to survive, <br />It’s nothing that they’re taught, <br />Every bee makes a perfect hive, <br />As a fly avoids getting caught. <br /> <br />Whales swim a thousand miles, <br />To turn around and head back, <br />Passing by a thousand isles, <br />As if, they’re locked on track. <br /> <br />From California, adults bear on, <br />To a stream in the Bering Strait, <br />Pacific Salmon return to spawn, <br />Somehow aware, not to be late. <br /> <br />Mighty grizzly nestled down, <br />Winter knocking on the door, <br />Resting long upon the ground, <br />With only body fat to care for. <br /> <br />Woven nests of sticks and vines, <br />Fertile eggs, cautiously kept warm, <br />Knowing all of natures signs, <br />Naturally willing to conform. <br /> <br />Wings and bodies feeling full, <br />Leap of faith, spreading wide, <br />Flapping with a push and pull, <br />Then slightly pause, into a glide. <br /> <br />Magically the spider weaves, <br />A perfect net to catch its prey, <br />Depending on, where it perceives, <br />How much bounty for each day. <br /> <br />Humans are a different breed, <br />It’s by learning, they survived, <br />Instinct’s gone, to tend their need, <br />Conditioning, has been contrived.<br /><br />G.R. Gaus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/instinct-12/
