therianthropy.

please get the idea, therianthropy can lighter mania, between the feelings, instincts, and meanings, they share, mitts caress the terrain, in case there's hare. further they walk, ears perk up in procurement, and tail sways with purement. they roam around the timbers, greet the prairies along, and between seas and wonders, they resume, and ponder. near the hot climate they go, in places they feel aware of, and mantain the flair, the spark within, enlightened with care. but they also loom the frigid, comitted to adapt,they say, and spend their time right there, and with intellect mind they remain. acquiring the courage, aspiring their plumage, they live on,unbothered, thrive and grow,gathered together. they feel their instincts take over, and not letting it take control, brings them to tears. if they were their true self, they'd be shamed. and people would say it's social media to blame. they trot where no on walks, howl where no one talks, meow where no one can hear, they be themselves with no fear. but once the moon sets, and the sun makes it easier to view the trees, they put their mask back on, and go back to being the them you see.