![]() I am practicing. I don't really know what I am practicing for, I just know it's important. I need to hang on. If it escapes I need to chase it. When I have it I need to shake it. When it pulls, I need to pull back harder. I need to be stronger, faster and wittier than this thing, this fascinating thing that makes me feel like a wolf. That's how I feel when I am fighting with it. I want to kill it. When it squeaks it drives me crazy. It pulls the growl from my throat and I can sound pretty vicious, believe me. I can be as deadly as a....a.... a Polecat.
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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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