Spirit of a Big Cat

I am feline but
identify more with the
domesticated variety, yet
I find comfort knowing
I’m kin to the tigers
of East Asia; yet my
natural habitat is
far from tropical.
Some features of mine
have been cast out of the
natural gene pool – apparently
grey fur with green stripes,
blurred vision, an enlarged
heart full of love, and a
humanoid physique don’t
contribute to survivability

and reproduction for
my species; most of my kind
would rather copulate
with the same sex anyway.
There are so many of us

in the world – these
strange, colorful animals
more loving than humans –
canines, felines, ursines,
cervines, equines,
scalies, avians, marines,
sparkle dogs and sparkle cats,
unique hybrids from creative minds –
this was just how we were
created by our modern gods.
It’s good that we have

a capacity for compassion.
Nature –
society, humans –
can be unnecessarily
cruel.

An Inner Part of Me

One weekend
was what I needed
to try and be something
I’m not, letting my
animal spirit
consume me.
At my core

I am feline but
identify more with the
domesticated variety, yet
I find comfort
knowing I’m kin to the
tigers of East Asia; yet
my natural habitat
is far from tropical.
Some features of mine
have been cast out of
the gene pool, apparently
sabered fangs,
blue fur with purple stripes,
blurred vision and an
enlarged heart filled with
love, and a
humanoid physique don’t
contribute to
survivability and reproduction for
my species. But

there are so many of us
in the world; this was
just how we were created
by our modern gods.
Maybe it’s good that

God gave us and them
the capacity for
compassion because
Nature –
society
humans –
can be
cruel.


Another prompt response for my poetry class. The prompt was to simply write a poem in which an animal figures prominently, not to be used symbolically. I tried to go with a different rout with this rather than just pick an animal and go from there; in essence, I was trying to base this on my fursona (currently in development) and the whole furry subculture.