Pale skin to metal sounds move.

Soft wings sway, too.

Delicate spine serpent

breathing out to find you,

yet the thickening shadow obscures.

Fur grows forcefully from my pores.

Feathers extend from my arms.

The animal mind understands this sight.

I jump from the earth in flight.

I must plunge or adapt.

I refuse or accept;

this flaunting call upon my form;

to dance with God,

or be murdered by scorn.