Poetry, Essays and Art By J.H. Dickinson from All-Creatures.orgOn the whisper and flutter of leaves
lifted high
I dream that you speak to me.
Animal, creature, other-ed,
yet kin.
You speak in senses,
eyes deep as dark coal,
rich mahogany flanks,
hoofs beating the ground,
yet I hear your words.
You call to me.
Spirited upwards,
I see you leave your body
and I leave mine
and for this night
we fly like stars.
Equal, different,
hearts beating - as one.

© 2026 J.H. Dickinson
Posted on All-Creatures.org: September 8, 2026
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