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Shimi ·⃝⃤ @shimi.bsky.social

New poem / art WIP — taking a lot of care on this one

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jul 9, 2025, 7:51 pm • 34 1

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Shimi ·⃝⃤ @shimi.bsky.social

More WIP

A softly sketched illustration in progress, partially colored with watercolor-style brush strokes. On the right, a golden-brown wolf/coyote lowers its head to drink from a small blue pool in a winding creek. At the top left, a small brown wren perches on the bank, looking down toward the wolf-coyote. The background is filled with leafy plants and flowing lines suggesting water and foliage, drawn in pencil. Swatches of color—greens, blues, and browns—are dabbed diagonally across the center of the image, indicating a testing palette. The overall atmosphere is gentle, peaceful, and nature-focused.
jul 12, 2025, 4:29 pm • 21 0 • view
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Shimi ·⃝⃤ @shimi.bsky.social

“What the Creek Said”

A watercolor illustration titled “What the Creek Said” by Shimi & Critter. On the left, a small brown wren perches among green leaves. A pale blue creek winds down the center of the image, flanked by lush greenery. On the lower right, a golden-brown wolf pup with white markings bends to drink from the stream, eyes closed peacefully. The background is soft earth tones, blending into warm golds and greens. Overlaying the artwork is a poem in typewriter-style font. The poem is about a creature walking on four feet, communing with the forest, and feeling known and held by the land and sky. It evokes themes of Therian identity, creaturely grace, and spiritual belonging. The final lines express a longing not for death but for transformation—“to become, in this exalted creaturely state… to be held at last.” What the Creek Said Today I walked on four feet, although two were enough. The forest did not mind. The creek was speaking —in its clear tongue, …and I bent down, cupped it in paw-hands, drank what it offered— not to survive, but remember. I thought I heard my name, not as the world calls me— not by word nor brazen human sound— but in the gentle shape of air, before shame, before names, in that hush between a leaf …and its falling. I howled, just once and low, not for sorrow, but to join the chorus already going on without me. A wren answered. The cedar leaned closer. And I, made of fur and salt …and breath, I was fed, seen, and known. Somewhere—still far— a lamb watches the gate. But here, right here, the Shepherd’s hand is moss …and lichen and sky. I lay down beside the stone. I do not wish to die. Not now, no… not just yet —But simply to wait. Not to rise, nor to witness, but to become, in this exalted creaturely state. To be held …at last.
jul 13, 2025, 8:16 pm • 195 104 • view
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dumb (wolf)dog -⃝⃤ 🦴🐾🩻 @coastalwolf.bsky.social

this is so beautiful!

jul 21, 2025, 2:16 pm • 1 0 • view
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Shimi ·⃝⃤ @shimi.bsky.social

Thank you I am so grateful creatures like this

jul 22, 2025, 12:46 am • 1 0 • view
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Skalos @skalosbookwyrm.bsky.social

Oogh beautiful, thank you for sharing. Gonna go send this in some therikin chats and make friends cry ❤️

sep 15, 2025, 4:01 pm • 2 0 • view
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Shimi ·⃝⃤ @shimi.bsky.social

Ohh please do and let me know how it’s received

sep 15, 2025, 5:56 pm • 1 0 • view
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Skalos @skalosbookwyrm.bsky.social

They **all** cried. It's okay because so did I lol lmao

sep 15, 2025, 5:58 pm • 2 0 • view
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Shimi ·⃝⃤ @shimi.bsky.social

It’s always ok to cry :3 bsky.app/profile/shim...

sep 16, 2025, 4:02 pm • 1 0 • view
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Skalos @skalosbookwyrm.bsky.social

Aa

sep 16, 2025, 4:15 pm • 0 0 • view