When my heartās in pieces,
I donāt cry (sometimes a little, sometimes a lot, sometimes nothing at allā¦)
When heartbreak settles in,
I turn to the wild
of instinct and quiet knowing.
I read of animals and how they speak
not with words, but with stillness,
with glances, with breath,
with the soft hush of presence.
I dive into how they talk
without talking
a flick of a tail, a twitch of an ear,
a whole emotional language in whiskers and hooves.
It cheers me up,
this secret world of subtle signals
and survival smarts.
Their ways inspire meā
to mimic their grace,
their silent strength,
their ancient, patient love.
I start to imagine Iām one of themā
part feline; flair and protection,
part bovid; heavy backbone and resilience,
part deer for those big, soulful eyes, just like me: sanpaku eyesā¦
It cheers me up,
this secret world of subtle signals
and survival smarts.
Clever, cautious, soft-hearted,
but not to be messed with.
Iāve always felt kin to them:
to felines with watchful eyes,
to bovids standing steady in storms,
to the deer, gentle and alert.
Smart. Sensitive. Protective.
Just like me.
Stotting away, dancing away, singing away⦠but always, always LOVING HARD.