No anxiety in animals for animals

I was very small and stern
growling at tornadoes as they stepped
their nimble raging feet over
everything man said let be
and alone when theirs was a gang.
They sucked like juice all winds
and waters and brushed my hair
for me as my mother worked,
licking the air into an orange.
They were too afraid of my switch-blade
to come on my lawn, where I pissed
after my dogs did who themselves
whimpered inside. Now though
I cringe at a touch because those
don’t dissipate so quick
and don’t leave your name unsaid
and read your panting aloud.

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~ by Jeremy on January 25, 2011.

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