Parallel lines

Parallel lines

A Poem by Beccy

He stalks as though it were the veld,
claws unsheathed, so lightly held;
hugs the ground, then still unseen,
he pounces, and I hear the scream,
the certainty of sudden death.

What manner is this beast I see?
unblinking in his savagery,
the vestige of a different age
contained in one swift blur of rage,
as life drains from the little bird,
that all the summer I have heard
sing out in lyrical content;
uncaring, though it knew its time
was lightly lent, the same as mine. 

But would it profit us to change?
to interfere, to re-arrange,
the hunter's cold and hooded stare
that says, 'what do you really care?
for you are worse, far worse than me,
on this you cannot disagree;'

And in his eyes I see the truth,
that man and beast walk hand in hand,
entwined in all but circumstance;
though close enough so all may know
of heaven above and hell below.

© 2017 Beccy

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I'm not much of a poem guy... unless the writing is as good as this. Great imagery, smooth rhyme, and something the reader can take with them. Nice work.

Posted 2 Months Ago

we are the most dangerous animals...our motives to kill are so varied, and most are illogical reasons....yet animals only kill for survival....and for food....they have simple motives, maybe we humans shouldn't have been born so smart....

Posted 7 Months Ago

Who is mankind to judge on the barbarity of the wolf's kill when he himself is the top apex predator in the animal, who kills merely to covet!

A powerful poetic appraisal Becky, enriching indeed!

Posted 7 Months Ago

A fine poem with a fine theme. We don't really know what we are. I don't think animals mean to be cruel, they just do what they do. But mankind certainly can be deliberately cruel. Perhaps, if Hell was a bit more of a rehabilitating centre, people might come back a little less cruel?

Posted 8 Months Ago

Such a finely put poem, meter true, thoughts laid with varying depths of insight - in other words, inviting the reader to think.. and think..

Man and beast do indeed walk hand in hand, so to speak. However we arrived on earth, we came to live amongst each other.. and for different reasons. Some would say we share the same tendencies, except Man has lost its animal instincts.. except when at war - the most bestial of all.

Heaven and hell have much to answer for. The swooping flight into the sky and/or the vicious heat of liability. Your words have lit a fire - thoughts inspired by them. Thank you.

Posted 8 Months Ago

This made me think of a question I ask myself all the time. Who are we to question nature and instinct? Who are we to presume we can criticize or rearrange the natural order? Sometimes I wish we as a species still walked on the same plane as we used to. As the animals we are.

Posted 9 Months Ago

A brilliant juxtaposition Beccy and the rhthym and flow is impeccable.

Parallel lines/lives, indeed, though of course Mother Nature has the imperative. T :))

Posted 9 Months Ago

No one knows how he or she will react in any given situation until presented with it. Circumstances have a lot to do with our behavior, no doubt about it. We all have a bit of the beast in us if the situation warrants it. Well written poem. Lydi**

Posted 9 Months Ago

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Added on May 10, 2017
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Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom

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