If I were an animal,

my paws would scrape

the ground with the elegance

of a swan. My rich grey fur would

brush through the thorny brush, protecting

me the way I would protect my pack.

My longful sound would fill the

air with the music of my

people. My children

would pounce

on my tail,

trying

to catch it

the way they

would one day

stalk prey. My lover's

yellow eyes would bore into

mine and I would know that she

loved my soul the way mine loved hers

back when we used to have fingers instead of paws.