Snippet from image prompt: “How can I look at the human and mundane with new eyes? Doe-eyes. Wide open, brown, dark, soft. Open-wide. Ears that flick from side to side, to hear and take the softest inkling in range? Feel my own soft fur and hooves on grass? Even to cypher the spring green and browse on new grass? Hunger, curiosity, trust, new use of instinct, drifting between borderlands of opportunity. Standing alone and yet not unseen. Both wild, yet touch by the tamed otherworld of sight and sound.”