A watercolor illustration titled โWhat the Creek Saidโ by Shimi & Critter. On the left, a small brown wren perches among green leaves. A pale blue creek winds down the center of the image, flanked by lush greenery. On the lower right, a golden-brown wolf pup with white markings bends to drink from the stream, eyes closed peacefully. The background is soft earth tones, blending into warm golds and greens. Overlaying the artwork is a poem in typewriter-style font. The poem is about a creature walking on four feet, communing with the forest, and feeling known and held by the land and sky. It evokes themes of Therian identity, creaturely grace, and spiritual belonging. The final lines express a longing not for death but for transformationโโto become, in this exalted creaturely stateโฆ to be held at last.โ What the Creek Said Today I walked on four feet, although two were enough. The forest did not mind. The creek was speaking โin its clear tongue, โฆand I bent down, cupped it in paw-hands, drank what it offeredโ not to survive, but remember. I thought I heard my name, not as the world calls meโ not by word nor brazen human soundโ but in the gentle shape of air, before shame, before names, in that hush between a leaf โฆand its falling. I howled, just once and low, not for sorrow, but to join the chorus already going on without me. A wren answered. The cedar leaned closer. And I, made of fur and salt โฆand breath, I was fed, seen, and known. Somewhereโstill farโ a lamb watches the gate. But here, right here, the Shepherdโs hand is moss โฆand lichen and sky. I lay down beside the stone. I do not wish to die. Not now, noโฆ not just yet โBut simply to wait. Not to rise, nor to witness, but to become, in this exalted creaturely state. To be held โฆat last.
โWhat the Creek Saidโ
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