the afflictions of a beast

The afflictions of a beast
“Grr!” The petite herbivore elopes my fangs,
I look in dismay over the fields,
Awaiting another attack,
Hiding amidst the tall grass,
The dancing being pulls itself,
And makes its way into my trap,
I look ahead and watch its shadow,
Make my fangs kiss its claws,
The glob of spit drawing a globe on the ground,
The poor “beguiled and seized”,
Stands across my “ravenous trap “
I sprint into its naïve spirit,
Claw and fangs crushed on its neck,
It bleeds and spurts a “brook of blood”
As I devour into its pitiable corpse ,
The grave is dug in my belly,
Its soul rests with the wilderness dust…
The trees hail my audacious hunt,
“Obligated!” They provide me shelter from the sun,
Siesta seeps into my blood,
The crashing sounds of an unwelcome visitor alter my rest,
I seek a refuge under another chest,
The brawl of an elephant shifts my gaze,
I stare into the wilderness under siege,
A voracious fang hits my stripes filled torso,
A blinded hand ‘playing death’,
I look around for answers and the assailant,
As my sight goes blinded and my heart halts its bump,
I see the singing birds, weeping my end,
The trees and the herbivore singing an elegy,
An upheaval beast passes my gaze,
Looks at me and smiles in rage,
I thought “I was the beast with the apex greed”
The beast under my gaze held me wrong,
My existence depended on my butchery,
This beast lived to butcher a million ways….
I did nt know an iron slab could end my hunt,
I did nt know my presence was to him ,
Like the herbivore was to me……………………………………………………………