Cognition

The quick brown fox jumped over the old lazy log –

What did you expect?

To hear a dog?

Did your feedback conflict with what

Was feeding forward?

Where’s the mutt?

Ah! Loops that we expect will thrill – those we

Don’t frighten, jolt us free

Of the firm branch, the sacred tree

We sit upon, so safe from fear

In all we hear

Or see or smell or taste –

Oh, what a waste.