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Even a killer needs rest
Hunting down prey is tiring
Tearing flesh from bone, wearying
The grip tightening around the neck as
the pulse quickens, rising
in a frenzied crescendo
to its peak,
crashing
releasing
It’s an act of love
And I,
spent and sated,
sleep.
Submitted for PoetsUnited, Wonder??? Wednesday: Wolf
9 comments:
Being the hunter is exhausting... but so rewarding in the end.
Beautiful work!
Hunting under the Hunter's Moon, which is the full moon right now. I am just beginning to see it in our dusking sky.
Well, it is an act of love, really, at least to the wolf, just as grocery shopping for our families is, to us.
One rarely sees a picture of a wolf sleeping. I really like it.
ha. i need a little rest after acts of love as well...at least 30 minutes....
Feasting
Wolfing it down
Can require
reclining
later
I love the photo. Life is hard for wolves, and it is lovely you have chosen to write about them needing sleep. Beautiful.
Loved this - it twists perfectly. Loved the picture too.
I watched Dexter recently and this reminds me of his persona although the hunter spirit could apply to all of us. :) Beautiful poem.
Oh, I do love it. Have you seen The Grey? This reminds me of that movie. That's good. I really liked it. And of course I'll love anything attached to Talking Heads music. I don't know that I was supposed to picture you as the wolf, but anyways...
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