I’m molting

Shedding haphazardly and with
intention
depending on the day

I’m curious 
wondering what
will grow in next

Feathers jewel toned or silvered
Shiny scales smooth or gently textured, 
inviting you to brush your fingertips 
lightly across them

I’m musing on which
spells or incantations
learned or improvised
I might whisper or chant
to shape 
my new incarnation
plain and bejeweled
soft and fluffy
lined and spotted
strong and supple

until I molt again

This metamorphosis is not for you