Yeah.

Suddenly I am the bear, shambling along this morning, sharp and musky and fat with fall, senses open to creatures and climate.

And I am the human spooked, something ancient of animal in me come alive, suspended toward this bear with its mind and life in these near woods.

Something fierce and wild could meet me here.

A god who is alien, not mine, not human, and not safe.

Animal speaks to animal.

That focused ferocity in me that lives its life outdoors, outside human purview, has strong jaws.

We've lost our relationships with one another are frail now as a human, as at least the Western human.