Come, sit.
We have much to tell.

From the places we come from, to the tales we grew up with, the leopards we saw when we were 5, to the birds we love to watch, our beloved books and the trees they came from.

A gentle warning:

You may encounter stories we have written, or loved.
Or, someone we love, loved.
Stories we have heard, eavesdropped,
or absolutely despised.

Stories that are untamed. Feral, almost.

They might make you want to start an orchid garden,
or take foggy-winter-forest-strolls.
It could be about a fox we met,
or something more ominous
that my people forbid us to speak of.

So tread carefully,
and keep your minds on guard -

It’s wild out here.

Come, sit. We have much to tell.

Come, sit.
We have much to tell.