Two Legs

Two Legs

When he loves Lilith, he knows

différence. Taller, leaner, head high,

she never bows to him who can

only crouch. She's not first of her

kind, nor last, as long as litters

thrive. She sways others. Their nods

match her waves and she swells.

Coddling, he cuddles her belly —she

cradles him. He pampers her well.

Also all hands only help: His old pal,

one night, tries to take her, but her

yowl wakes everyone.

[mythopoeia]