how, then, to comprehend the simple majesty that is a lesser
kudu.
the gentle spiral of a male’s horns imitate
his own curved spine that arcs downwards,
ending in a question mark. he
contemplates the mystery of his own existence.
- don’t we all?
simultaneously spotted and striped.
subtle.
soft.
attentive.
graceful,
intrigued.
how can legs as spindly as these support such a mass?
a crown of keratin,
drawing strength from a bony core.
is your mane a source of pride?
do you miss the pride from whence you came?
do your onyx eyes pleasure in the view you gaze upon just
now?
me
a force, by nature.
you
a force of nature.
both of us, forces to be reckoned with.
both of us, confined to a little world
where the ground we dance upon is slippery.
where do we go from here?
i feel the air grow warm
as the energy rises,
telling of a coming storm.
and in this space,
i think you feel it,
too.
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