Getriebien

It's raining, there's a storm coming.
You're the tanuki in the bushes, in the branches. ...yet you're still present. I feel the chill flowing around my skin. Your thick fur, warm and unblemished. I feel your warmth, and I look at the embers whose fire has gone out. As if you came from a faraway country and were as close and familiar to me as the forest in its most beautiful form and colour. Proud breast, unaware of you and carrying it within you. It does not show in your face. You are shy and wild and intensely deeply relaxed, sitting in your burrow and resting in your well-being