A poem by Croc O'Dile of TigerMUCK

  • If the true meaning of furry you wish to understand 
    You must think in terms of paw and not hand 
    You must release your mentality from society's cage 
    For furry prefurs no race, sex, persuasion or age

    You must sort through the hype and the exploitation 
    Because to be furry needs no justification 
    It is to reach out and embrace the unknown 
    To be surrounded by friends and yet still be alone

    It is not a gimmick or a political movement 
    It's nothing so pretentious as a method of improvement 
    It's only to seek solace in the presence of friends 
    For when one is furry, the search never ends

    It is sometimes to be controlled by one's emotions 
    It is to often be unsure of depths of devotion 
    It is the sweet pain of impossible dreams 
    It is never quite as close or as far as it seems

    It is feelings being known without words being spoken 
    It is the inevitable occasional heart being broken 
    It is the type of love that now seems cliche 
    It's experience gained from having learned the hard way

    It's a smurgle, a fuzzle, a rumble or purr 
    It's scales and whiskers and tails and fur 
    It's what we are, not outside but within 
    It's the binding force that makes us all kin

    It's a howl in greeting to friends held dear 
    It's a bristling growl when confronted by fear 
    It's a friendly lick or scritch to show that we care 
    It's a deep understanding, a compassion that's rare

    If what it is to be furry you still don't comprehend 
    Then consider this advice, my curious friend 
    If you're willing to respect that which you don't understand 
    Then come take my paw and I'll take your hand.

    -- Croc O'Dile w/help from Tony DeMatio - 6/95

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