Arin
I imagine this midnight moment’s forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock’s loneliness. And this blank page where my fingers move. Through the window I see no star: Something more near Though deeper within darkness. Is entering the loneliness: Cold, delicately as the dark snow, A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf; Two eyes serve a movement, that now And again now, and now, and now Sets neat prints into the snow Between trees, and warily a lame Shadow lags by stump and in hollow Of a body that is bold to come Across clearings, an eye, A widening deepening greenness, Brilliantly, concentratedly, Coming about its own business Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox It enters the dark hole of the head. The window is starless still; the clock ticks, The page is printed.
Placing some money on the bar Arin took the daquari
"then thats for tips." he said before taking a long sip through the straw and sighed contently
"oh....oh thats good." he took another his tail giving a contented flick as he savored the liquid and froze, he turned and sniffed the air, he slid off his stool and gave a few yips, he walked over heading towards the smell
"female.... oh baby!" he moved forwards standing by the door he whistled as she looked over
"hey there darling what learn what the fox says when he orgasms?" the females walked past him laughing and he held up his hands
"hey can I help it if thats a thing right now?!"
(((sorry need to sleep))