Several Dozen Ferrets (Recovered from April 23, 2019)

I am
several dozen ferrets
stacked on each others shoulders,
stuffed into a human skin,
and trying to pass themselves off
as an actual human being…
We pull it off passably well,
but there are dozens of thoughts
in all of our minds 
at any given moment…
Each of us straining in every direction
to gather more data,
see, feel, hear, and touch new things…
Every new human experience
teaches us better
how to pass as human…
But I am still just ferrets…
We hold down two jobs…
Pay our debts…
Feed and clothe “ourself”
(misspelled on purpose - we are a collective...)
There is a skeleton in there
which the ferrets use to climb about,
exploring…
They are the muscles and sinews and organs…
We own a cat…
Cats generally love to play with ferrets,
and vice versa,
but cats don’t always appreciate
that ferrets don’t have an easily accessible
off switch…
They run full blast for hours,
then,
quite randomly,
collapse flat to the floor…
And cats, generally, not mine, but generally,
are quite in control of their outward displays of emotion....
They also do not appreciate ferrets’ apparent
lack of emotional control…
Their lack of decorum...
They haven’t learned certain social skills, yet, ferrets…
They are disturbingly quiet sometimes,
but you can see that the gears are always turning...
Again, no off switch…
Or they are prone to get into mischief
with their human-like hands…
Idle hands are a ferret’s workshop…
The desire to experience everything in their environment
even lives, wide-awake, when they are asleep…
Those hands are likely to get them into trouble
even if they are asleep and dreaming…
They are drawn to loud things, shiny things, glitter and noise…
If there is a mystery, they are drawn to it…
Not necessarily to solve that mystery,
but simply to experience that mystery…
They say things, out of the blue, that,
although may be something others are actually thinking,
others have enough social decorum to not say out loud…
Ferrets say these things reflexively…
They could change that behavior,
but it entertains them too much to stop…
They will touch all of the things
that you do not want them to touch
simply because
they’re not supposed to touch them…
This got us into no end of trouble
when we were a younger bag of ferrets…
* * * *
And now I am still a bag of ferrets…
But a mystery I have wanted to experience
Is experiencing me…
I might meet another bag of ferrets
Wearing a human skin…
We might make ferret plans
With our ferret kids…
We are drawn to shiny objects,
Things that glitter and sparkle…
And nothing would seem to shine to us
Like each other…
We would be the brightest, loudest objects 
We had ever seen,
Respectively…
We would be naturally prone to getting into mischief...
We would sometimes frighten onlookers
With our intensity,
And our unfocused total focus…
Dancing like mating otters
While on dry land…
Our feet barely touching the ground…
And then we would collapse…
Naps are what ferrets live for
When they are not living for
Manic energy…