The sloth

my jungle eyes bullseye earthward
safe from the risk of carnivorous green,
away from urban din,
I hang wild in my wilderness
from a single branch akin to a bat asleep,
an aerialist in a canopy tree-
a strategy millennia old
mistaken for a piece of planetary puzzle.
From here the inverted
fringeless forest floor
looms upside down above me
resetting my terms of seeing
the other version of existence-
I sleep, eat, mate and cradle my babe,
more inscape and less landscape oriented.
Success,fame, goal and speed
have never heard of me.
How blissful is just to be
who I am
woven
in the temporary three toed
ratty fur ball form!



Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-07-06 at 01:19

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