Ann Cantu Poet Free verse

Autonomic

Antelope graze the savanna,
Without a care in the world,
For literal lack of imagination. 
Languishing in a morning moment,
The herd simply enjoys its munching.

Something else wafts on air,
Some chemosignal delectably taboo.
Sweat beads trickle down his temples.
Savanna creatures pay no heed,
While mysterious molecules send and prime.

Stress triggers a downward spiral,
Hit as if hunted, not the hunter.
Amygdala on overdrive, panting,
Heart pumping to limbic arrhythmia.
Such dark surreal safari is unexpected.

Predator feared is no leopard, no cheetah.
May as well be his reflection in the mirror.
Elusive yet eventual, relentless - inevitable.
Calm now, as I elicit the parasympathetic.
I am a safe sacred space where you have come to rest.


-ARCantu, 05/22/2023

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Timothy Ray July 7, 2023 at 11:15 AM Hemminway said once you hunt humans you will never kill another animal....which is why I like elk....i never understood the concept of a safari....or why someone would pay to shoot a caged buffalo as they do in Northern Arizona...which in a way may point to my sympathy for serial killers....except defenseless is not honorable...it is a confusing world we live in... LOL loved the poem tho Ann Cantu July 23, 2023 at 4:34 PM Thanks. I’ve no sympathy for serial killers nor hunters of humans. lol I would love to see African animals in their natural habitats, but would only shoot with cameras…