Bone Deep

I feel anxious, like I should be exploding out of my skin, like I could level a city block in a white hot flash of tension, put my fist through a wall or scream a hole through reality.

I am anxious, like something is wrong, like something is about to change, like a sailor feels a storm, like I have come upon a brink, crested some wind swept hill to find a new plain.

I want to thrash about, to swing wildly, shake this feeling from my fur in glistening droplets, to tear the nets that have gathered me.

Something big is coming. Something huge. I wish I knew how to prepare.