I would like to hibernate,
to go underground for a long time,
slow my heart to an aching throb
and my breathing to a wisp of air,
entering and leaving.
I would like to have hair like a rug
and big paws meaty with claws
to rip bark from a tree.
I would pull myself into a cave,
rocks and moss and the fresh earth.
And I would have stuffed myself for months
on carrion and slugs and a moose
I had tracked and pulled down
with my strength.
And then I would sleep but
not like I do now
but in a half trance maintained
so I could wander the planets
and use my unusual gaze.