The Pack
DemonSpawn
Date:
26/07/2005
Sometimes I hear them.The people next door don't talk;
They snarl
Yapping and panting,
Whining and growling;
A harsh bark to silence a crying pup.
The quiet rumble of a challenge,
The dominant bitch raises her maw
In a rabid torrent of curses
Throwing them at the sky, at the walls,
At her pack, who wait away from the carcass,
Crouched, submissive, wary,
Until her appetite and anger are sated.
A whimper warning with shining teeth,
Small soft mutterings reaffirm her dominance,
And she stalks out to catch the bus to work. |
