It is a sickness
a terminal yet blissful illness
-acquired after that fatal rodent bite from a black rabbit
whose fur was soft as silk, through the wolf's paws-
Now e roams the woods, without feeling the ground below.
It is almost like one who floats through space.
At midday, at dusk, at dawn...
The wolf walks like a zombie... slowly yet alert.
Occupied by a sense of heightened sounds, smells and sights..
like a business man without a business left and bankrupt.
Lost in the forest,
the wolf realizes suddenly.
The wolf is lost...How can this be?
Raising eir nose to the air, e wonders.
The wolf doesn't know what led em there.
The wolf is now absolutely lost.
The wolf hasn't a direction back to eir den.
Tho, the last thing e remembers was a black rabbit.
The wolf is a beast...
A scrawny beast lost, in the forest: Where can e hide
now in this wide forest, filled with larger beasts?
The black rabbit told the wolf tales in the night.
As the wolf closed eir enraptured blue eyes,
e was able to disappear from the rabid beasts
while a large pack of rabid wolves, searched for em.
The wolf howls to you:
I have this sickness you see.
I cannot taste your water.
I cannot feel it entering my mouth either .
My taste buds are numb. It maddens me so.
So I choose not to drink.
But without the black rabbit's puddle, I cannot exist.
E offered me to drink from the murky puddle one night...
I lowered my muzzle to it.. I could not see it..
I closed my eyes to it.. and I was besieged of how
It tasted like water.. insipid it was..
The most powerful water, I have ever drunk.
And they tell me the rain is coming soon,
yes... maybe I might find that rabbit's puddle again.
Only then will my thirst be thoroughly quenched, by one single drop.
Leave me be...
In the throes of my hydrophobia, I can feel my entire being.
It is the only notion that I have learned well...
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