METAMORPHIS

I’m not old, I’m…
A tall Oak tree, the call, the scrawl, sky line, branches are bridges stretching celestial cycles, leaves falling to the earth, the sap inside slows [in winter] as the Oak sleeps, dreaming…

I’m not old, I’m…
preening, bathing, dusting, feathers ruffled, an adult bird molting,
shedding dead skin cells [feathers] to make way for new — thinking of flying, feeling the caress of the air, urge for going…

I’m not old, I’m…
A large orange tiger cat, curled up in the shadowy corner, eyes half-closed, purring, “seeing” herself running through the grass waiting for the bad weather to break, barely breathing…

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