Seen by the Wild
Lightning Pinkcloud
She walks the land barefoot in the cold, her whole feral body saying yes to life. More alive than almost anyone will ever be…and she knows it.
No one sees her. Barely anyone knows she exists.
But the ravens do. And the golden eagles that cock their heads and swoop lower when she calls out…”hi!”
And the cow elk, chirping Eeeeeee-Uhhhhh, moving in a herd a couple hundred yards higher in the forest - unseen - while she kneels in the dirt, cleaning an elk fetus skull from the last harvest.
