• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 08

Ode to Myself

I am of the sky and the earth:
I snake round a branch or your limb.
This sleek fur needs the work
of my well-designed tongue,
and my tongue prefers chicken.
Do you really know who I am?

My claws stop a scorpion mid-sting.
I offer the wisdom of an elephant,
the dexterity of a pickpocket,
the agility of an aerialist, and
the pounce of a panther. Best yet,
I am more adaptable than a man.
Dress me up, a replica of human
falsity? I am my own true self.