The brown tiger stood there at baggage claim bitching about United Airlines like a well worn traveler. My little pup was back. Like two teenagers with over active hormones, we tore off into the night. I had forgotten had cute he is. I awoke early this morning, a twisted carnage of body parts together in the dark. I nuzzled up against his back and listened, the sound of him breathing, his heart beating, I fell back to sleep. This, my friend, is what it’s all about, the goal of all my efforts.
So I’m busy, leave me alone. Fresh meat in the cage.