• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 01


if you look closely,
my starry sister shines,
and so, at midnight
I stand beneath the trees
and, loosing my coppery hair,
let myself pelt.

I slip, easily,
into my other skin;
luxuriating in my russet fur;
intoxicated by the scents
of the night.
Leaping the fence
it’s time to run,
truly wild,
and dance with my lover
on the moonlit hills.

Slinking back, sated,
as the first tendrils of dawn
creep along the horizon,
I shed my coat
just inside the back gate
and raid the hen house;
hungry for boiled eggs
and well-buttered toast.