Animal

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I walked in the woods
the animals moved
they cracked and hooted
until I was scared.
The bats circled me
they squeaked
I squirmed.
I looked
and I looked
Nobody around.
The eyes looked at me
and I looked at the eyes.
They moved closer
and soon I felt fur on my knee.
A bark and a howl,
That sealed it.
Lorrie-Ann was home.
My pet,
my dog,
my animal.
Lorrie-Ann is home.

She scans the tundra with elderly hairs

Over “Davy Jones Locker” on the pressure ridges, it’s bare

Colorless in the nomadic fantasy, she stares

Under her rubber feet she battles the frozen blanket

The whipping winds disturb the silent emptiness

From her maternal den she awakens

In the darkness of the night
the full moon has risen into the sky
there is a certain need to fright
Because, perhaps, this is the night you might die
the full moon has risen into the sky
once a man, now an animal
because, perhaps, this is the night that you might die
is this creature, perhaps, a cannibal?
Once a man, now an animal
sharp fangs, long claws
is this creature perhaps, a cannibal?
amber eyes, large paws
sharp fangs, long claws
in the darkness of the night,
amber eyes, large paws
there is a certain need to fright!

It confuses me how
they can stand up
for animal
rights,

and then
eat one
the next
day.

Makes me wonder
just how much
ignorance
is under their
skin,

that I
can't
see.