By Dag Drahmr
Tail twitches,
on entering the forbidden woods.
Yellow eyes peer,
deep into the shadows.
Nose flairs,
odors rides the wind.
Ears fold back,
snap of a twig.
Heart beats faster,
fear stirs the blood.
Flight or fight,
the hunt begins.
2007-11-30 14:51:13 · 4 answers · asked by Coop 366 7 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
Great poem. I really like it. One of your best. I'd reference your last line, and call the poem 'The Hunt'.
2007-12-01 03:55:58 · answer #1 · answered by Marguerite 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Nightstalker
2007-12-03 00:12:15 · answer #2 · answered by poe 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
This is good.
The imagery need to be more in there.
It is almost flowing good. It need to flow like the blood in your vain does.
This is what I think about it.
I would name it " Day, Night time"
2007-11-30 23:16:36 · answer #3 · answered by Guardian Angel 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
i would think the essence is the primal instincts of an animal, thus i think "Primal" would be an adequate title.
2007-12-01 00:59:33 · answer #4 · answered by R L 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋