A poem about our dormant instincts

Taken in the Blue Mountains, Australia
Taken in the Blue Mountains, Australia | Source

Instinct


This is their element.

Pupils wide, a yellow

Reflection of the moon.


A flash of light

In the darkness.

Blinding fear,

A rush of blood.


Their growls and yips

Excitement and anticipation

Their stomachs curdle

With hunger and adrenaline.


I sprint, fingers cold with sweat.

Grasping branches as I crash,

Between trees and raspberry vines.


Into a river I splash,

Cold chills run through me

And to a puddle I awake.

Surrounded by darkness,

But caressed by silence.


Too afraid to again close my eyes,

Instinct has returned for a time.

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