I'm Polecat. This is my epic life.
 This is my fox, he's white and brown.
You can't really see but he's wearing a frown. I hide him and hunt him most every day, And as of just now he has nothing to say. I searched for his voice box, I squeezed him too tight And now I have noticed he's quit the good fight. He silently lays by the fire with me I still hold him down, I can't set him free.
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 Will you look at this! I am becoming a celebrity! I am so excited to tell you that I had my first book signing. We read poems and I was showing people all about my travel carrier that I ride in on the motorcycle. My nose would have liked to lead me on an exploration adventure but there were rules. I think I was pretty well behaved for a wild hunter in a public forum. I think I will do this again. It was arf-fully fun.
 Every morning my hewmun braids my ears. Just kidding.... She strokes my ears and tells me how soft they are. Sometimes she kisses me, but only when there are no other hewmuns around. I kiss her randomly whenever I feel like it. I am not ashamed of loving a creature of another species so much that I would do anything for her. Well, almost anything. I have a difficult time coming to her call when I am on the trail of a mouse. But hey, that is like calling her away from a Lindt Chili Chocolate Bar. Same same.
 It's snowing today. Just when we thought spring was almost here. My hewmun seems a little "under the weather". I thought I would encourage her with thoughts of motorcycles and road trips. There is a tunnel made of ice and snow but there is a headlight at the end of that tunnel, and we will navigate that tunnel together.
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AuthorI am Polecat's human. She has difficulty fully expressing herself without me. So I told her I would write and post photos for her. She wants you to know that she is a poet. Archives
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