The re-wilding of Patti J.…I think I’m turning feral.

The re-wilding of Patti J.…I think I’m turning feral.

Make my floors out of oak leaves & pine needles

My ceiling tree branches, sun and stars

My night light the moon

Tell the birds to bring me the morning news

And the owl and the vixen bedtime stories

I’ll share my hemoglobin with mosquitoes (just a little bit)

So they can feed the bats

& the birds

& the spiders

The squirrels will school me in persistence

And I’ll learn courage from the bear

All the while the deer, as she steps quietly by

with eyes large and brown and knowing,

will show me, I too can be a pathfinder


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