Scraps

Photo by Marcus Ganahl on Unsplash

What if my spirit animal were a fox,
red fur shining in setting sun 
as I roam the fields.
Would you love me then?

What if my spirit were an eagle,
with head and tail of white ruling the sky 
as I watch the land from a perch on high.
Would you love me then?

What if my spirit animal were a salmon,
traveling the world to return to the same river, 
fighting the current.
Would you love me then?

But I am a mouse,
a nervous little thing observing,
as I nibble at the scraps hidden from sight.
isn’t that enough?

©️ Emma Steel