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BRONX ZOO
9. north american otter
what i saw was an otter pacing, twirling in and out of the water, in forgotten river number eighty-eights, crazy, frustrated, this too far gone for too long north american, racing around a shape, circling its own neck, reptilian mammal, in constant motion, in self combat and self defeat, twisting with no relationship to anything, in comparison to the dreadful comments from the public, "oh, look he's showing off," what i saw was two blue black pumas in a 10ft by 8ft glass enclosure, one sitting, the other pacing a dead log, the log cat had completely lost it, as if having now travelled so far out of its body, that i'm sure that if it looked back down, it would be stunned to hear its own heart beating |
