#1128 - the animal

 

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1128

4.33

the animal

 

grows time

grows over

 

lovely to meet

to touch

 

the animal

knows without telling

it’s all other with

 

hotly pursued

born as it is

for certain

finely tuned

 

kitted with blessings

 

blameless

singing still

and in the throes of dance

 

as captioned

paws telling forward till

 

goes on

each ghost of was

 

its kingdom come

its day be done

 

this kind of attention

all tooth and claw

 

slips by

such as the animal is

 

in a midst

 

now hidden under

 

the one heart beats

how far in the wings

 

some will not believe who I am

 

the animal chooses light

 

skin of rant

and leafly

 

breath and beast but one

 

are hunting

 

resists an itch to practise stillness, survive

 

the animal all doomward does

 

and will be eaten

insensible to that, one hopes

 

is healing away from the world

 

once bitten

 

just once we gave our all