Tenderwild

Once there was a young, wild wolf named Kit, who was extremely curious, and loved exploring the dark and beautiful forest.   Kit loved the velvety, dewy moss.   She loved the intricately patterned ferns, the towering magnificent Redwoods made her feel small and humble.   She loved the crunchy Oak leaves and hallowed acorn husks underfoot.   She was awestruck by the silvery spawn spiderwebs glowing in the sunlight amidst the dappled shadows cast by the forest canopy.   And she especially loved meeting and mingling with diverse playmates inhabiting the heart of the forest.   It felt as though she was admiring many faucets on a strange and sparkly jewel, uniquely hewn by nature.   She delighted in making friends with the cutest of creatures; racoons, foxes, crow, deer, even wolves from different packs.   While she was out gallivanting with her furry friends, her partner tended to their baby wolf pups, protecting and feeding the pack during her...

Incubate delicate dreams in speckled eggs protected by a feather-soft nest- A whispered wish fluttering madly beneath your sternum, Is freed by a paper plane we unwittingly cast under the spell of a full moon…. We are constellations of stars bathed in the crisp air of a black, wintry night. Close your eyes and slow dance with me-  Disconnect and reconnect my dots and the spaces in-between.

Gaze into these bright eyes, an artic fox on an adventure… Defying dimensions and conventions with a wry smile- The swirls of chaos deconstructing tired ways of being, Repurposed talisman for a new way to exist in the universe… Polyamory.  A narrative. Perhaps, a poem. A pretty pink thistle. Oh!  To live on the outskirts of social norms, You choose your path on your own terms.