Unannounced

The bunny rabbits are no longer afraid of my approach. I could kiss one on the forehead without so much as an ear twitch. It wasn't always this harmonious. Light stepping can work for or against nature lovers. Every stalking animal has a soft foot that is well practiced. In some ways a clumsy and unbothered gate is more trust worthy. I've done both to mixed results. Anything from reflexive skittishness to an anxious wait and see. Having recently earned their catatonic blessing, I am forced to examine my guts. Creatures this given to flight are not persuaded by gimmickry. They read biology like a morning paper. Imagine the electric crackle of a body after having watched a contact sport. The chemical soup of fanaticism would waft for miles. They would not even let you see them chew grass from a thousand yards. Perhaps I am not as inflamed with revenge fantasy like in times past. Nothing tells you the state of your innards better than prey animals. It's not what people think. Giant hulking marauders with alternative haircuts and face tattoos can easily have a squirrel within inches of their menacing boots. It only takes one ingrate to cause panic to reverberate in every bush and tree. Dissatisfaction has the same register as hunger. Maybe I am sated for the first time in my life. The saints are frequently depicted with surrounded wildlife because they are nourished. How close will a monarch butterfly draw to you? Some are luckier than others. Yet, our phones must give us the visage of opportunistic frogs. We ooze a poison ambition that is striped with ultra violet fear. My magnus opus is to have a robin prefer me me to a branch.