Call of the Wild

Daydreaming whilst relaxing after work ....

Home again from work I sit,

upon the couch, relaxing.

My energy has dropped a bit,

a hard day's work, quite taxing.

I close my eyes and dream,

to find another world.

In a coat of spots and cream,

on grass I'm stretched, unfurled.

As a cheetah I'm reborn,

athletic, sure and swift.

I'm alone but not forlorn,

great speed is my true gift.

When pangs of hunger strike,

I stretch and take a walk.

A meal I know I'd like,

so prey I'll have to stalk.

The Serengeti sun,

beats down across the land.

A lion pride I shun,

their strength I understand.

Not much later then I see,

and also sense the smell.

Below acacia tree,

alone, a young gazelle.

My belly scrapes the ground,

as now I get in close.

I can't afford a sound,

or scent to reach his nose.

Downwind and moving stealthy,

I'll have to crawl quite near.

This specimen looks healthy,

and agile I now fear.

His big eyes wide and staring,

as nervously he feeds.

Ears pricked up, nostrils flaring,

his wariness he heeds …

I rise and start my run,

he bolts and bounds away.

This chase will not be fun,

and with him I must stay.

He springs into the air,

and changes his direction.

He senses I'm still there,

no trees now, no protection.

I'm sprinting at full speed,

before I use my claws.

His run I then impede,

and next I use my jaws.

Teeth clamped around his neck,

windpipe quickly crushed.

Laid down, held in check,

his panting breath is hushed.

The taste of blood is real,

I hear myself say, 'ouch!'

My bit lip I can feel …

now waking on the couch ….

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Author's Note

Purely imagination mixed with knowledge of natural history.

Reviews

Well done! I dont think I have ever hoped for carnage more in my entire life.
The rhythm and rhyming scheme makes it so easy to read and even more entertaining.
The ending was great, and a wee bit of a shock back into someone else's reality.
Thanks for sharing, and my bad for taking so long to respond to your read request.

[Christina May Shanaberg]

Again, in Robert Frost style, you told such a beautiful story with a wonderful ending. Perfection!

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

Oh what a powerful dream you had. I was hunting with you as I read, afraid I might have to pull the trigger on a beautiful deer. This flows so well in rhythm and verse; great imagery