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A poem about our dormant instincts

Updated on November 4, 2010
Taken in the Blue Mountains, Australia
Taken in the Blue Mountains, Australia | Source


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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