Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, October 21, 2012


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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,



It’s an act of love

And I,

spent and sated,



darev2005 said...

Being the hunter is exhausting... but so rewarding in the end.

Beautiful work!

aprille said...

Hunting under the Hunter's Moon, which is the full moon right now. I am just beginning to see it in our dusking sky.

Fireblossom said...

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.

Brian Miller said...

ha. i need a little rest after acts of love as well...at least 30 minutes....

Susan said...

Wolfing it down
Can require

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the photo. Life is hard for wolves, and it is lovely you have chosen to write about them needing sleep. Beautiful.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Loved this - it twists perfectly. Loved the picture too.

Rachel Hoyt said...

I watched Dexter recently and this reminds me of his persona although the hunter spirit could apply to all of us. :) Beautiful poem.

M. A. S. said...

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...