The Rationale of An Animalistic Mind
I’ve been good for too long,
my finger
have become permanently curved
and I growl
with every other breath
so in order to gain control
I release the beast.
Running into a field
I tear out of my shirt
as my bones begin to shift
locking into a sleeker,
primal form
reawakening the wolf,
and as my jaws extend
I raise my head to the moon
and howl
at the sight
of my aluminous friend.
I slide to a stop
as the last of my fur
finishes extending
through my pores,
sit and cock my head
as I listen,
catching a rustle
off to the right in the near woods.
Instinct decides
to head towards it
and I begin at a ground eating pace.
I can taste its scent in the air,
rabbit.
Reaching the edge of the forest
I delve in full tilt,
mere inches from the trees,
so close
I can feel their presence
on my skin.
There it is
bolting across the path,
I snap my jaws
catching its right hind leg
and swing my head up
lofting my prey into the air.
Back legs sliding
as I turn around,
dirt and rocks
spraying away from me
I leap,
its still trying to run in the air,
futile.
I feel my mouth encircle it
and clamp down.
As my teeth meet
I feel the head pop off
then I come skidding to a stop,
splattered blood
dripping from my muzzle,
breath coming in pants.
I hunker down
to my feast,
desire sated for now,
next time
I’ll have to find
larger prey.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2009
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