Yash Feb 1

Owooooooooooooooooooooo

Big bad wolf, how scary you are.

Beware, your prey has grown nails

and patience for your hunting is low.



Beat your chest, thump thump.

Practice your throat, ahem ahem.

Check your growls and grunts

because the final battle is nearing.



Alpha, head of the table.

Papa, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

The hunter, provider of kin

Blood, Zorn, Red for dinner.



Oh my, What big hands you have!

Oh my, What sharp teeth you have!

Oh my, What little mind you have!

Oh my, What black heart you have!



The red balloon, pop.

Scarlett, Crimson, Ruby in sockets.

Bloodshot, bloodlust to the bloodline.

Blue and red sirens nowhere to be seen.



New life, pup

Joy and life for once, yip yap.

Dragged by the scruff

across the ****** spiky path.



Blessed by the doves

Raised by Rainbows

Outsider to the pack

Warrior nonetheless.



Challenger from Childhood

Aggressor from Adulthood

Ares, Mars, Athena

Feast your eyes.



Grunt grunt, deja vu. Repetition of memories.

Snip snip, Bloodlines. The Dam gates have opened.

Emancipation, freedom. 1863 proclamation.

Clank. Down, come the shackles.



Owoooooooooooooooooooooo, Lone wolf.



This poem is about a child who has been pushed and shoved by his father. The child then finally grows up and challenges the big wolf and takes his freedom. The poem uses wolves as a metaphor for the family.