The Big, Bad

“There is a human wildness held beneath the skin that finds all barriers brutishly unbearable”                                                    – James Harrison, from Songs of Unreason


Hate a cage

Can’t stand a fence

Creates a rage

It makes no sense


Good neighbors lean across

Spend an hour exchanging new

But I feel my freedom’s a loss

Like my leg’s in a trap and I must chew


Growling, howling, let me run

Clawing, Scratching, let me go

Born to be wild, chasing the sun

I’ll be howling tonight – just so you know


“Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright” (The Wolf Man, 1941).


You should have known me when I lived in London.

This is part of “28 Days of Unreason”

based on prompts taken from poems

by Jim Harrison.


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