Sheep In Wolf's Clothing by mcbrideryan1, literature
Literature
Sheep In Wolf's Clothing
A summer hibernation,
Adjourned.
The dog days came,
to a bloody halt.
The slow, fat prey,
are the first to be caught.
to be tossed around,
by kind eyes and sharp teeth.
“Any of us could be next,”
thought one,
clawing the victim aside,
as was once his fate.
The circle revolved,
prey returned and
The zealous mongrel
struck with vigor.
Euphoria,
the circle howled with laughter,
as the gash bled.
That bloody grin.
Straightened with snarling rhetoric,
about to sink the killer blow,
two thoughts came,
“It could be me”,
“It was me”.
He stepped back, horrified,
all eyes on him,turning to cotton.
APPLESEED
The Apple,
Has outgrown the tree.
It strikes the ground,
And with its impact,
Comes its vulnerability.
But takes sprout,
Takes any foothold.
Opportunities
Very sparsely come,
To show your potential.
Winter comes,
Challenging its nerve.
Hardening it,
Or destroying it,
Proving its worthiness.
What once was
This small fragile seed,
Has earned its rings,
With perseverance
Throughout life’s harsh winters.
Sheep In Wolf's Clothing by mcbrideryan1, literature
Literature
Sheep In Wolf's Clothing
A summer hibernation,
Adjourned.
The dog days came,
to a bloody halt.
The slow, fat prey,
are the first to be caught.
to be tossed around,
by kind eyes and sharp teeth.
“Any of us could be next,”
thought one,
clawing the victim aside,
as was once his fate.
The circle revolved,
prey returned and
The zealous mongrel
struck with vigor.
Euphoria,
the circle howled with laughter,
as the gash bled.
That bloody grin.
Straightened with snarling rhetoric,
about to sink the killer blow,
two thoughts came,
“It could be me”,
“It was me”.
He stepped back, horrified,
all eyes on him,turning to cotton.