Undeserving - A Poem
Too much yet nothing remarkable not worth reliving deserve nothing but accept the gift clutching back shiver and yearn remember, remember and wipe clean fly over grass or step the path gently unashamed a phoenix undeserving the feathers are damp
The Ride to Work (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the morning's blending of the last wisps of winter chill and flat dampness of spring's dour slammed into the coyote's face as he turned down the town's main road.
I don't even know
The earth was warm and damp from the summer rain earlier that day. as the sky darken and the crickets sang, i roamed the forest floor for any sign of my pack, for food, and for water.
Garlic Beans (Otherwise Untitled)
~ after a pause the ferret leaned out of the bathroom, damp from her shower and not yet having arranged a towel, "beans is beans, just make sure you put brown rice in the cooker."
Pop (Otherwise Untitled)
~ in the rumbling din of the theater, the squirrel first noticed when her popcorn seemed damp.
Autumn Woods - Chapter Three
Rye felt uncomfortable in his still-damp shorts so he slipped them off and tossed them aside. looking back up toward the bed, rye saw that cloud was also still wearing his damp shorts.
Daily Mischief - Runner's paw
Scott lifting his toe up at the feel but paid it little mind figuring his sock was just damp from his last night run. the coyote groaned low and deep as that taste filled his muzzle.
Nala's Venture: The Floodlands
She pulled herself up onto another muddy stretch of damp soil just barely over the level of the water and took a nap in the midday sun. she was awakened by growls from her stomach and fresh hunger pangs.
Heritage of Ash, Chapter 4: Encroaching Shadows
Her paws trudged slowly through the thick mud, sinking into it and having to be pulled out with added force as the damp earth sucked them down.
Bear Den
He hugged the rough, damp stone, being as silent as possible. sakara waved the torch in front of himself. the bear reared-up again, stopping. sakara hesitated, why had it stopped?
Stalemate
I stretch my footpaws a little to find my socks damp. in fact, my tail seems damp too. i sit up to find myself drenched. i groan at the yucky wet-but-not-wet feeling.
Claws of Anosmia
My damp fur felt a bit scratchy and extremely heavy compared to the lightness in which the air danced around the building.