is not born; it is agreed upon .
When a wounded fox flees into the den of a sleeping badger, and neither bares teeth—when a starling falls to the hawk’s shadow but lands on the back of a hare—the forest holds its breath. If both creatures choose survival over instinct, they press flanks together. Fur knots into fur. Claws interlace. Breath becomes one rhythm. animerg
Do not chase. Do not feed. If it approaches you, you have been given a second chance to merge with something you once feared. is not born; it is agreed upon
The animerg moves like a stitched cloud— half gallop, half glide, half root, half wing. is not born
First, the elk’s spine. Then, the owl’s quiet hinge. Then, the mole’s dark dreaming.