He smells your thoughts
as though your fear has a voice
speaking panic into his ears
stand a mile away
and he still knows
you’re there
they’ll tell you it’s pheromones
the perfume of your heartbeat
smacking the wind
but what if his nose isn’t just 100 times
better than ours
what if it tells a different story
what if fate has a scent
sharp and earthy
of flesh ready to be called
into a new form
what if deer always look so peaceful
as the wolves feast
because they understand
it’s time to be a lion now
it’s time they had a turn to hunt.