#wild creature

fucked up thing i found on the ground. everyone meet glove joe

I want to scream and sprint on all fours, sinking my teeth into something, basking on the moss by day, curled safely in my den by night, crepuscularly hunting my prey when the sun is half-hidden behind the tree line. No shoes, no clothes. Damp frizzy hair in my eyes, tangling, snagging twigs and collecting lice. Peeling skin off with my canines to make jerky leather. bathing and drinking at the stream, wading through sopping wet moss under brutally cold storms, miserably seeking my next meal in the downpour as my extremities turn red and blue and itchy.

Wild Rabbits at the Denver Zoo

Art by Borisut Chamnan

Male Mountain Bluebird

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