Here now, with two brothers, the land appears tame; bottled.
Yet I'm certain were you to become mad drunk and charge the woods
in the dark, you'd discover wildness.
- David Beebe, "Wild Ones" (issue 2.3)
#NationalPoetryMonth
My cat is sitting comfortably on my bed with his ears back, listening to the hisses and screams of multiple street cats fighting outside like it’s “The Purrrrge.”