April 28, 2013

The Feast Of The Beast

Carnivorous?  Herbivore Liquid digestion?
A puzzle-some thought left for many to question
In front of their noses a banquet of food
For a furry-feast caper all bolshy and rude

They celebrate, love and hate, even mate, too
Those friends of the forest and not of the zoo
All huddled together and fighting for space
With cream cakes and attitude smeared on their face

Over and over the squeaks and the squalls
Get so agitated from nothing at all
A mountain of bodies all twisted and coiled
Such pathetic behaviour, when heavily roiled 
Wilderness calling them, what do they care?
When the Queen of the Woods throws such swanky affairs
It's no real fulfillment coterie provides 
When instinct gate crashes those cravings inside

Calm predate, lie in wait, nature kicks in
Clawing out eyeballs and tearing at skin 
Bloody raw, bones to gnaw, catch and then kill
Prey! No party animal matches that thrill 


richard said...

Ouch! That hurt!

Kathe W. said...

yowch- no chance of just going in for a wee smackrel....very fun read!
Have a great week!

Optimistic Existentialist said...

This gave me the heebie geebies :-)

Doctor FTSE said...

Nature, ever red in tooth and claw. Good read.

Lyn said...

Don't have to go to the woods for this, I fear..."Party animals", all!! Very smart...

Pirate said...

A great tumble of words!

Tess Kincaid said...

Love those squeaks and squalls...

Nicholas V. said...

Your rolling rhymes belie a dark read! WOnderful.

rel said...

Survival of the fittest rules

~T~ said...

Weasels don't share the cream cake very well, do they?

Sue said...

Great response to the prompt.
You drag the ew and the ugh right out of me!