Body Mangled
Cranium crushed
Blood dripping
Legs and arms twitch
Agonizing wince
Exhausted yawn
Too much of life
This Wild Cat is done.
Fur stained scarlet
No longer golden
She cries inaudibly,
With a slight twist of her neck
Claws lay limp
Teeth specked
With another wild cat's flesh
Lying dormant in those magnificent teeth
This time she was another wild one's feast.
The hunt is over.
(c)copyright 2019-2020 Nature of the Beast Nicole D'Settemi
last line: i think " one's" I'll assume [note: arms and legs] that the " Wild Cats" are human. OR, seeing the " topics" , maybe One is human and the Other IS Depression? I esp. like " Cranium crushed" and " Claws lay limp" . i like alliterations. but in 2 days it may be " Claus lies limp" . bri :)
Poetry is a great way to extract any poison from the past. It also has healing properties. You are slowly stepping out of the shadows into the light. The world is full of beauty. Don't dismiss it. Great writing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
P.S. the title attracted me, more so when i THOUGHT it was: Nature Of The Breast Yes, i'm milking** this for humor's sake. ** " to draw or coerce profit or advantage from illicitly or to an extreme degree: EXPLOIT milk the joke for all it's worth" bri :) bri :)