Sometimes Nature's laws are harsh
Slip through the eyes of a matriarch
On the floodplain, see her fellow thieves
Hindered by hungry heat, take heed;
Who's your ally? Who's your rival?
Who stands in the way of your survival?
Which one do you dare to trust
When all you know is blood and dust
And on the margins darkness threatens
Roll under your target's weapons
The path of life is rough and gritty
Know no conscience. Feel no pity
Each a taker, each a giver
Don't stop at stones when you're the river
Rush at scarlet, gush at flesh
Make each sinew take the test
In frenzied dance of hit-and-run
Seize the prize and flee; you're done
Laugh at fear, at death, at danger
Laugh at those who stall as strangers
Laugh when you can taste success
Consume so none may take your best
And every body, every mind
Throbs and pulses close behind
Hear them, feel them, in your brain
All as one body, each the same
A beast on the horizon cries
And something in your heart replies.
I first posted this on another writing website several months ago, after being inspired by video clips of pack animals such as hyenas, wolves and African Wild Dogs hunting. I tried to make it kind of vague and jumbled like the way a pack, or 'clan' hunter might feel when chasing prey :)
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