I carry your junk, and climb with grace, yet you shout in my stubborn face. I’ll give you sass, you’ll call me an A S S, but truth be told, I’ve got more class. I bray, I kick, I take no flack, but I will still haul you back.

I am the pig of the evergreens. I advise against petting me.

I push you out of bed and launch the cat. I bubble up where the earth takes a breath. I mark new starts and thaw old maps.

Sweetness crushed underfoot. The smell of neglect. Or, the imperative.

One of my meanings is a long winding TALE, full of adventure, like the Knights and the Grail. Or picture a TAIL - a string, thin or fat, wound into a ball and beloved by cats.