Poems

The Shift

Running through the trees of green
The light fog swirls ‘round
Looking up at the midnight sky
I see a gem of white turned red
Over the sparkling river of blue
Nails growing long
Flying through the dark wet grass
Hands turning into fists
Fists turning into paws
Running had never felt this good
Crawling now on all fours
Fast as the blue bird flies
Snarling and growling, gaining speed
Nose turning long
Eyes turning mean
Faster and faster
It felt so good
Running and running
Not stopping for you
Body turning lean
Eyes always mean
Jumping over the fallen tree
Climbing up the rocks,
Journey almost complete
Climbing and crawling
Slipping and sliding
Gaining and gaining
Territory on the way
Finally on the top of my game
Jogging over to the edge
Howling for my love to return
A bark from behind
Almost made me jump
Down and fall to my death.
Turning slowly
Hair standing up
I whimper
For my love has beaten me again.

Instinct

Run! Run!
Thought the wolf,
With hair of white,
And eyes of ice.

Got to get away! Got to get away!
Screamed the little voice,
The voice of ancestors of old,
In the rabbit’s head

With a great big leap
And a mighty growl,
The ferocious beast
Pounces towards her pray.

The small ball of fluff
Dodges out of the way,
Leaving his predator
To take a bite out of the snow.

With an angry howl,
And a bark or two,
The mighty beast
Calls to her pack.

Help! Help! The bunny panics,
As he searches desperately
To find a hiding place,
A nice, big hole.

As their food approaches,
They set a trap,
The young, playful wolf’s
Hungry clan.

As the rabbit approaches,
His one last chance,
At escaping the blood-thirsty animals,
They close in his path.

With a snarl and a growl,
And a couple of howls,
The great huntresses of the forest
Close in on their pray.

With his safety cut off
And his journey at an end,
The sweet little bunny
Dies in the end.

A Dark Time

A long time ago, when I was a child, they left my light on while I went to sleep.
The blazing yellow light seemed to protect me from those who lurked in the shadows.
Those dark, fuzzy figures who would enter my peaceful dreams,
Watching, Waiting,
For the perfect chance to scare me,
The time when you’re so deep into dreaming that you can’t get out.
No matter what.
Then, they’d come after me, chasing me, bent on destroying me so that I’d never enter their psychotic world again.
But the one thing they’d never do (I remember this quite clearly)
Is kill me.
I don’t know why, maybe they’d rather torture me.
Oh, how they loved to torture me with there bloody teeth and razor sharp claws.
Sometimes, in the places it hurt the most, I’d wake-up with scratches on my otherwise flawless body.
But in the end the light would save me and take me back down to earth.