Beasts

Dark clouds announce

The impending storm on the horizon

Dim mist slides over

The green fields of the valley floor

While the morning sun roars

Red in the breaking light of day

Herd grazes quietly

In the cold damp intrusive air

Tails twitching gently

Through the still of the morn

As the bull bellows

And paws at the sodden ground

Flock gathers slowly

And meanders through the fallow field

Lambs bleat mournfully

In the shade of mothers fleece

And the ram butts

Locking horns with his younger self

Pride prowls carefully

Across the scorched savannah plain

Roaring and scenting

Their kingdom they patrol with dignified grace

The stranger enters

And is pounced upon by threatened manes

Pack waits patiently

Sheltered in the rain doused lairs

Omega plays fleetingly

With the pups and awaits the days kill

And the Alpha howls

Tearing at the throat of indignant challenge

Tribe chants mercilessly

From deep within the concrete jungle

Bipeds pace menacingly

And feast upon the entrails of humanity

Top dog preens

And gloats at the discarded victims of distaste

And as the beasts circle and pace in time never ending

Their paths never waver, their journeys unbending

As they devour and destroy the weak, timid and tame

Never changing, never altering, remaining the same

© Fergus Martin

2012