2 - Roll
10 - Rondeau
Fursonality Crisis
Inside my suit I disappear
Beneath a head with cotton ears
And antlers made from cherry trees
All hand-stitched and hand-carved by me
I climb inside and lose all fear
Although my parents think it queer
When I transform into a deer
I am happy just to be
Inside my suit
Investing almost twenty years
I’ve built a laudable career
But now I feel I’m undersea
Miles from my apogee
Sitting at my desk right here
I dream of grazing by the trees
“Without the thing that makes me free
Am I still me?”
I disappear
Inside my suit
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