I Am the Snouted Creature That Bites Through Anything

How are the ferals? you didn't ask. (If you are interested, go to the last post at the end and read up to get backstory.)

Napoleon's fine, thanks, he was sleeping in our birdbath yesterday, sorry to wake him up. One of the five best cats I've - I can't say own, let me say known. When Earthgirl takes Rudy for his morning shit around the neighborhood, Napoleon comes yelling from wherever he is when he hears them and walks all the way back to the house with them then waits on the our back porch for breakfast.

I'd forgot how big and powerful young active male cats can be, and have scars to prove it.

The others survived the winter just fine. Gray Cat is sweet, Frankie's a funny coward (while the best birdkiller of the bunch), mom's less skittish than before though we'll never pet her.

Meanwhile, read this:

MOLY

Thom Gunn

Nightmare of beasthood, snorting, how to wake.
I woke. What beasthood skin she made me take?

Leathery toad that ruts for days on end,
Or cringing dribbling dog, man’s servile friend,

Or cat that prettily pounces on its meat,
Tortures it hours, then does not care to eat:

Parrot, moth, shark, wolf, crocodile, ass, flea.
What germs, what jostling mobs there were in me.

    These seem like bristles, and the hide is tough.

No claw or web here: each foot ends in hoof.

Into what bulk has method disappeared?
Like ham, streaked. I am gross—grey, gross, flap-eared.

The pale-lashed eyes my only human feature.
My teeth tear, tear. I am the snouted creature

That bites through anything, root, wire, or can.
If I was not afraid I’d eat a man.

Oh a man’s flesh already is in mine.
Hand and foot poised for risk. Buried in swine.

    I root and root, you think that it is greed,
It is, but I seek out a plant I need.

Direct me gods, whose changes are all holy,
To where it flickers deep in grass, the moly:

Cool flesh of magic in each leaf and shoot,
From milky flower to the black forked root.

From this fat dungeon I could rise to skin
And human title, putting pig within.

I push my big grey wet snout through the green,
Dreaming the flower I have never seen.

Yes, yes I have posted that before. This song too:

Jeebusfuck, I'm in the vilest mood since the last vilest mood until the next vilest mood, so here, I try bribing myself out of it by not posting what I want while wanting credit for starving.