M. L. Kiser Poet Free verse

The Pack

We prowl
we howl
in fear
you scowl. 

We run
at night
full moons
alight.

The taste’s
so sweet
copper-iron
you see...

Fresh flesh’s
the best
a cut above
the rest.

So tender
succulent
repast
sublime!

Ashamed 
by day
ravaged
by night.

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Gershon Wolf May 1, 2019 at 10:16 PM Cool one, M.L! Rhythm reminiscent of Langston Hughes' classic, 'We real cool...' Excellent! :) gw M. L. Kiser May 2, 2019 at 4:35 PM Wow, what a compliment! I am honored. Thanks so much.

Connie Marcum Wong May 1, 2019 at 8:37 AM Into the wild side...a succinct surprise M.L. brilliantly penned! : ) xxoo M. L. Kiser May 1, 2019 at 2:52 PM I thank you.

David Mchattie April 30, 2019 at 5:02 PM Sounds like me raiding the refrigerator at 3 in the morning. Have a great day my friend. M. L. Kiser May 1, 2019 at 2:52 PM LOL, if you get hungry...you get hungry. Thanks.

Caren Krutsinger April 30, 2019 at 4:19 PM Are you making fun of my howling wolf side? This one fairly dances, and leaps, like us! Caren Krutsinger May 9, 2019 at 1:24 AM And of course I am a wereperson. M. L. Kiser May 1, 2019 at 2:52 PM Only if you are a wereperson.

Andrea Dietrich April 30, 2019 at 3:42 PM It's free verse mixed with rhyme . yes, it really shows that wild pack "feeling" M. L. Kiser May 1, 2019 at 2:53 PM Thanks.

Eve Roper April 30, 2019 at 3:22 PM Oh, I truly like this verse. I can just see the pack at night roaming together as one to accomplish their needs. M. L. Kiser May 1, 2019 at 2:53 PM Many thanks; glad you enjoyed it.