Feral

they have no

lords no masters

these strange and

gorgeous beasts

these souls

who embrace

their wilderness

no obedience

to rules no

obsequiousness

for emperors

no obscenity

when their claws

touch and scratch

when their paws pad

and gently press

the soft parts

of what matters

they have not been

to your classes

and when you

stare into

their eyes in

a vain effort

to shrink their

uncoiled dimensions

to diminish their

unbridled size

their eyes

stare back

with laugher

making you pause

to wonder

as the clay of

your cocoon begins

to crack and flake

and sunder

what it's like

to be

that alive