Fresh Meat

Usually I just let my poetry speak on its own, I figure it's usually pretty straight forward.  But since today is the start of the April Poem A Day challenge at the Writer's Digest poetry blog Poetic Asides I thought I'd just give readers a heads up.  :)


Fresh Meat

By: R. A. Slater

04/01/13

Here she is

Bright and shiny

Waltzing into our world

Effervescent bubbles

Tickling our noses

As we watch her with our beady eyes

We flex our claws

As we snarl and growl

This is our space

Who is she to think she belongs?

With halo’s sparkling in the night

We tear her apart

Our mouths biting deep

Not caring about truth

Our claws scratch and dig

Not caring if we maim

Blood we must draw

Pain we must taste

For that is the source of our power