The unknown animal.

The unknown animal hisses.
Short, sharp hissing,
From a secluded area, below the safety of iron.
It removes itself from the safety;
Comes out, into the harsh world,
Where it could become azoic.

It watches the world, silently, unmoving.
It aspires to be something more;
Something with purpose;
Something that anyone would admire,
Or anyone would fear.

It doesn’t know,
It doesn’t even know what it is.
It doesn’t know that it’s arcipluvian.
But I know.
It’s just a tail; a tail with a face.