a starving wolf

Week 50

This morning, she noticed a door where there wasn't one before. It was delicate, inviting, like welcome rest after a long day. Her sense of adventure pulled her towards it, a starving wolf ready to feast. I can't leave them, not today, she thought to herself. The door pulsed, alive amongst the dull shed walls. The dusty air reminded her that she shouldn't even be out here. The girl dashed at the door and crashed into it with the full force of her body. It fell, a tackled fighter down. She lifted her head to be met with the place of her dreams. A perfect place to settle in. Even though it was the view of all she had ever wanted, the girl turned around and stepped back into the musty, brown room. She set the door back in its place and walked away with resolve, feeling another opportunity disappear behind her.

~ P

here where the strong survive,
fruitful he finds the hunt.
he'll dominate and thrive,
plunder others will brunt.

now stalking about on quite prowl,
a lone last creature of the wood.
fertile ground scared through over plough,
from years he predated all he could.

tyranny that consumes,
burns away all it's fuel.
by greed he's brought to fumes,
without self renewal.

~ J