I can feel all the animals in me
pacing, gracing, piercing,
across the vast plains of my Psyche;
pecking, picking, perching
or flying across the endless skies;
resting, sleeping, hibernatinguntil the month of May
or waiting patiently for a prey;
yearning in heat for a lover's call
the thirst, the hunger
and the satiation of it all,
I can feel them all.
-Uththara-
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