Hunted

eyedclaar

(Wrote this one after running into my first wild Idaho wolf a couple months ago...)

Hunted

I do not expect her to look back
But I whistle anyway
Leaning out of my truck
Like a lust ravaged teen

What can I say?

She is my first
And you never forget
The first

She stops
Turns
All grace and attitude
And in an instant
Ten thousand years
Of glowing eyes around campfires
Nightmare fabrications
Poison bait
Steel jaws
Relentless fear
And genocide
Pass between us
A crystalline barbaric understanding

I want to apologize
For those hunting her
For those hating her
For the collar she wears

I feel compromised
Like her
Hemmed in
Dodging bullets and
Cars on highways

While the world shrinks
Around our gaze
I realize
The places we hide
Have always been
Just more places to die

chadwick

the problem is she loves you… she loves me,
she loves most all of us

us
the one's running trails,
hills,
and night hunts
with the wolf

friends?

80,000 years ago
is the triggered pan
gauged on the trap

just some trap
or piercing bullet

man isn't even in the cave anymore with spears and big elk calls
man is the highway against glowing eyes if only for a lifetime
flash and the glass shatters
it’s the headlight against wheels and my old friend, “the wild one from the raw earth.”

to be continued...

nicely done, Sir.
thank you mr. eyed for helping me write today.
been in the funk for a long while now.

wanna talk writing some time?

eyedclaar

chadwick wrote:

the problem is she loves you… she loves me,
she loves most all of us

us
the one's running trails,
hills,
and night hunts
with the wolf

friends?

80,000 years ago
is the triggered pan
gauged on the trap

just some trap
or piercing bullet

man isn't even in the cave anymore with spears and big elk calls
man is the highway against glowing eyes if only for a lifetime
flash and the glass shatters
it’s the headlight against wheels and my old friend, “the wild one from the raw earth.”

to be continued...

nicely done, Sir.
thank you mr. eyed for helping me write today.
been in the funk for a long while now.

wanna talk writing some time?

I'll talk writing anytime you want.

I'm heading out into the hills this weekend. Hope to get some writing done. Might dig a snow cave. The wifey and I stumbled upon a pack of wild turkeys out snowshoeing (us, not the turkeys ) in the middle of the deep snow covered forest recently. It was funny watching them try to get around in the powder. Also, found the den of a red fox, but we left her alone. Well, we always try to leave the animals alone as much as possible.

chadwick

sounds good young man.
nicely done.

i haven't been into the deep woods for awhile now.
perhaps that's my problem.

nature brings out the writing.

PearlOfAGirl

eyedclaar wrote:

(Wrote this one after running into my first wild Idaho wolf a couple months ago...)

Hunted

I do not expect her to look back
But I whistle anyway
Leaning out of my truck
Like a lust ravaged teen

What can I say?

She is my first
And you never forget
The first

She stops
Turns
All grace and attitude
And in an instant
Ten thousand years
Of glowing eyes around campfires
Nightmare fabrications
Poison bait
Steel jaws
Relentless fear
And genocide
Pass between us
A crystalline barbaric understanding

I want to apologize
For those hunting her
For those hating her
For the collar she wears

I feel compromised
Like her
Hemmed in
Dodging bullets and
Cars on highways

While the world shrinks
Around our gaze
I realize
The places we hide
Have always been
Just more places to die

Very Deep & Sad