do you wipe stardust from your

paws to enter greener pastures?

howling the mixed business of

planets, as matted wool coughs

up your mouth's ****** reading?

your sight black clad in broad daylight--

body monolith grey, split faced.

burning eye peeking from the sides of

trees, forsaken clearing.

evading the sole possession of your

truest fidelity.

nature is a respecter of stealth--until it

is not...enter a greater stealth.