-ihpma
I that of feline’s on his side
I am lone, under stone, as I hide
I love beneath a murky tide
Who am I?
A newt. His silence is curious. He gently lifts his orange starred-toes and plops them down ahead another, moving across a strange new surface. He looks forward with the empty slits of his eyes, but has no thought of the future. As he reaches the end of my damp, pail hand he drops into my other. Unfazed, he continues forward just as he did through the leaves of the frosted fall forest floor.