Always on the prowl
for any beast or fowl
beware that chilling howl
that pierces your defense
alerting every sense
misgiving grows immense
it's lurking low and lean
(atrocious hunger keen)
impatient for a spleen
with jaws that splinter bone
and fangs innately prone
to butcher not atone--
so if you hear a growl
or see a lupine scowl
beware that chilling howl.
Are You Reading Me?
11 comments:
Love the echoing howl--nice write! :)
did well with the rhyming :-)
Oh but I LOVE that chilling howl! I may join in. This is very cleverly written. Love the rhyming and tempo.
Ode to sound--cool.
Excellent poem! I love that line "impatient for a spleen" LOL
The harmony in this poem sounds good.
Ah, I can 'see' a wolf from your words! Love your wordings such as 'lurking low and lean.'
Ah, this poem sent shivers down my spine!
Thanks a lot and btw Ella I accidentally deleted your comment but wanted you to know I appreciate it as I do all comments.
tight poem - nice vivid imagery too
I used the word interloper recently...I had to find a few synonyms.
very nice ... the lilt in the rhyme made feel the howl ... well done .. thanks for stopping by my elephant blog and commenting also (that's a blogger template btw, if every you do want to see the whole face, or, if I remember, I might stick it up blank sometime and then I'll put a notice up at PU to that effect ...) Thanks again, for the work you're doing at PU
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