I have been clawing myself
open
hoping something will change
underneath this
pale human skin
to find the natural animal within.
And it is not a rabbit or a doe.
Great Disney set-up, though.
When I found her,
barking, chicken stealing and
skylarking,
I found my name.
I understood what strangely happened here
a wild adaptable canid
loyal as a tick,
owning your trash,
looking for a life
amid constant change.
And I know many things
that steal away from the one big thing you
think you know.
I shed the self that was
only human
to learn to grow.
And my bark
is like the cackle of a witch.
You can never see through me
because every day there is a new me,
because I remember your past
so hard I never remember mine.
And I feel fine.
I shed my human skin,
and the wisdom
within falls out.
I am here for your doubt
and your remembrance.
Let's dance
in the light of a harvest moon,
and gather our thoughts together
and tell them
so cleverly
that we think they came from ancient history and not
just you and me.
