Cave Man Sensitivities

A twig snaps in the bushes so many feet away A scent of danger, a waft of wild beast comes near Cave man grunts, moves closer to the fire Hunched body turns, prepares more wood Steps towards the open flames security Fear is the only comfort in the forest His company is the wilderness revealed And becoming dinner for some savage animal At this moment moving stealthily away Daytime comes with angry wasp attacks Brown leather skin resists Later on there is a different odor lifting Flowers not given names remain the same Ferns hide a female form in search of berries Slipping noiselessly through jigsaw underbrush Bare ugly feet tread lightly with the mud Black hair matted in the style of the day Jagged teeth don't help her image much Cave man runs after her with yum yum on his mind Takes her as his wife informally from behind Love at first sight is glorious in primal times Mosquitoes remind them where they are Manners are in short supply