Cold-blooded…Chilled mudSlugs throughSnaky veins.What must it be likeTo have a bodyThat doesn’tKeep your own heart warm?Relying on a sunny mornTo shake off the torporAnd get kill-ready again?Sliding into an icy pond,The search for lunchTurns slo-mo.All you can doIs poke your noseAbove the frozen surfaceUntil the gelatin moldReturns to predator soup.All these gator facesOnly trying to […]

Brumation [repost]