The Stare, the Glare, the Rattle

“The beauty of the rattlesnake is in its threat” – Jim Harrison


I am feral


It wasn’t planned.

Somehow domesticity fell from me

as scales from my eyes

or better

as the old skin peeled away.


Now I snarl when challenged –

a low, dangerous growl

charged with teeth

and thinly-veiled unreason.


I seldom strike.


There is one who finds it alluring.

But then, she growls too.


This is part of “28 Days of Unreason”

based on prompts taken from poems

by Jim Harrison.


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