Wild
A poem about anthropomorphism.
The coyote pounces like a puppy, throws its toy in the air to grab in its jaws, unfazed by the blood Ice, claws, the shrew’s eyes glint the same; the coyote cocks its head, not cruel just canine Later, in another wood, a pack of deer dash out onto the trail I freeze, count four pairs of antlers, three without Half a step forward I brace for them to bolt but they look up at me and resume their task sift through snowfall One bends, licks another’s head I am careful not to pounce I step lightly around them Even when I crack a stick underfoot they stand unfazed, eyes dark and glinting like teeth Maybe I am not so awful just animal.
Screeching and shaking the trees bc I love a good anthropomorphism! We are all creatures and that's unavoidable!!
like the picture and use of shrew