Meeting of the Ferals

exhaustion has so many layers: when devils settle into joints naps turn into marathon affairs concentration gaps run rampant remnants of zest circle the drain perhaps due to feral disease or a brief rash of boredom or just a blot of burr and blues more likely the foothills of old age for certain youth has blown away dreams blinded in the dry grass of life just ahead -up a steep granite pass something feral, heavy hooved-sniffing