As I peek out from my hiding seeking a furry friend,
familiar and coy in a burrow unknown, I sheepishly call out to see if they're in the mood for a light banter.
My appearances rare and exists the same,
in a wasteland unknown of the weathers at hand,
I think of a bunny wondering...........
if as like mine,
his day is as sunny?
sunny and sweltering, pools of resentment collecting on my fur. like midsummer storms, wetness that cries for what it nourishes.
mood for banter everpresent, even in the midst of a funeral, though hoping to hug shade. ears perk and interest piques, for songs on friendly feathers.
I want to see more polyamory pride this pride month i'm serious. Stop being weird about people with multiple partners polyamory is awesome and beautiful and queer
so hard not to become the most annoying person on earth if you're a little excitable and just learned a little about a topic literally no one around you has any interest in