City people came again today. Loud machines, cutting trees. They look at me like I am the animal. I watch them from shadows. One man takes a woman against a truck, hand on her throat. He fucks her hard, and she moans loud. It is not like the jungle. It is angry, not free. In the forest, mating is a gift, a sharing of heat. Here, it feels like taking. It confuses me. But her body still responded, her pussy wet, his cock slamming into her. Maybe the instinct is the same underneath. Maybe they are just lost animals too. I do not know. I only know the jungle does not hurt its own.