Slowly creeping along,
Layers of discarded detritus,
Its reality the muck before it,
The muck its haven,
No concern for human qualms,
Unless the curious child,
Comes forth to crush the snail between their fingers,
even the mud,
Holds no refuge for the creature,
Trying to retreat from the surface
Then it chirped
for a long time
It spread its wings
and flew away
The squirrel grabbed
and looked at it
Stared for a while
With a deep breath
She took a bite
It seemed delicious
The sweetness drooled
from either sides
and touched the ground
She had no regret
That was so tasty
The bird had a bad day
I swear, by the look
at the squirrel's tiny face
This picture of the wild
enjoying a fruit
Amid the summer heat
I'll never forget
Tonight I had a dream,
a dream of dread and loss.
Everyone on their places,
everyone on their roles.
The homeless Fox,
the maneless Lion,
and the tagless Dog.
everyone but me.
I'm the nameless animal,
all pity and praise on him.
See me as I laugh, see me as I cry.
As I have all of them
as guests in my mind.
a churning in your abdomen
like the clenching of your fists to show the whites of your knuckles
like the contracting of your heart muscles to pump blood from head to feet
a low growl
like a beast's when it sees prey after starving for days
crouching low, stalking, waiting to pounce
a waft of fresh blood
the animal had lunged; it caved into bestial desires,
incisors cutting through sinews
warm red liquid spilling all over
a bloody mess, clouding vision
a beast devouring, feeding until it's the only one standing
the only one cackling
of fresh air clears the mind
is one meal enough to satiate the beast?
through a reflection one sees their beast
lingering, hiding amongst shadows
dormant, creeping beneath stained skin
"Out, damned spot!"
but from head to feet, the damned is me.
I'm a little funny looking
I must confess,
all chunky boxy & truck-like
with 2 big old horns
that look quite deadly
but really we just
use them for show mostly,
oh & digging around
in termite hills,
I do hear though
that you humans
really cherish them
for folk cures &
help with your
dicks & such,
but then again
we can make a fearsome
at a land-rover
full of folks
all with their
cameras & such,
at least we used to
till we became
Buds, sprouts, shooting forth
From wet soil and melting snow.
The Animus stirring from their slumber,
Creaking open their eyes glued shut by the dark of winter.
Birds beginning to flutter again.
The cicadas crawling from the thawed ground.
Trees growing leaves, bringing with them the shades of summer.
The shades of chlorophyll pouring from the verdant forests.
Sunshine bathing the land in warmth and renewal.
Where man has worked all winter,
Animals have rested, to recover for the summer.
Man never recovered, he has forgotten how
To hibernate for the winter months.
I have a puppy who loves to run and jump.
I have a Chihuahua that is named Trump.
He was born on the 14th of January and he's special indeed.
I now have two Applehead Chihuahuas, that is their breed.
Trump is some feisty and he's as cute as he can be.
He is my new pet and he means a great deal to me.
It's nice to have two dogs that are purebred.
I love both of my Chihuahuas who are Appleheads.
Find a fly upon the wall,
Watching, not you but something we will never understand.
The fly upon the wall,
Spiders waiting for an unwary meal,
Dogs barking in the dark city streets.
Monsters of the night musing and mulling,
Over their unsavory deeds.
As for, you
You are there.
As for I
I stand here