Savage Beauty

 

Hunters of the night.

Worshippers of the moon.

Eyes, an otherworldly savage gleam.

 

Gentle turbulence,

Placid tempest

Among wild;

Raising young with care

yet forcing fearless pack mentality

Nature requires.

 

Seamless unity

feeds the pack,

protects the pack,

survives in the pack.

 

Majestic alone.

Serenading the moon,

Its sparkling beauty reflected

in their Golden orbs.

 

If I were to be other

A wolf.

Reviews

[Emily Rose]

This is beautiful. You've really got some excellent imagery here, and I think you really capture the whole wolf mentality well - you encompass both the "pack" mentality as well as the "lone wolf" idea. I would nitpick at your punctuation, but honestly I think it works quite well for this particular poem. The capitalization of "Golden" and the emjambment of "Eyes" puzzles me a little, but it has an interesting effect on the reader. Well done!