Zen

I like it when animals are Snouts in deep, rummaging through their fur, cleaning themselves, abruptly after meal or sleep. Like an old woman at a sale, digging through a purse, come highwater or hell. Remembering where they left off by hydrosortic layer. Making that snorting sound, like a pig after a Truffle. Shake like a Hen after a feather ruffle. Then they look at you cross eyed a few seconds, switch positions, and breathe in, and at it again. Zen