night prowls.

darren pearson
Photographer – Darren Pearson

Sinks her teeth straight into your flesh
She knows the animal inside of you best

Drags her claws deep across your back
She feeds your soul all that it lacks

Wild eyes pierce through the dark
The beast chooses where to leave her mark

Thumps beat inside chests – war drums in tune
Feral thoughts bloom like wildflowers in June

Twist, turn and pull fistfuls of fur
Lions with manes and panthers that purr

The air is stifling and thick with rage
Time to explode the heart from its cage

These animals – they stay safely tucked away
Until the lights go out and it’s time to play

Tangled up limbs and the fiercest of howls
This is what happens when the night prowls

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