Of ferns and furs,
O hibiscus and horns,
Meet like two colliding spacial lakes
Their bodies are seen
In the canopy of forest rufage
And in fallen feathers and lost bones.
They are the bark on tree spirits
And the whiskers on a spirit guide.
Their energies run through
Oxygen and blood.
They are panic and glory
In every hunting and hunted beast.
They breathe through stems and breastbones,
Leaves and femurs.
Their spirits touch
To create great beauty.