a parable
jaws blossoming with drool,
a captured wolf slinks low
across the crowded land
for that most tender lamb
to catch it by surprise.
before the beast descends
its leash snaps tight to leave
ravenous Luperca
with but a lingering taste
till mutton starts to crave
the chance to be consumed
and gambols straight into
a happy, hungry maw.
a captured wolf slinks low
across the crowded land
for that most tender lamb
to catch it by surprise.
before the beast descends
its leash snaps tight to leave
ravenous Luperca
with but a lingering taste
till mutton starts to crave
the chance to be consumed
and gambols straight into
a happy, hungry maw.
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"till mutton starts to crave
the chance to be consumed." And how does Luperca feel, tasting tough old mutton when he'd hoped for tender young lamb?
There's nothing wrong with a little age to one's meat, particularly since that means there's more of it to appreciate.
An interesting perspective on desire.
Yes. I love the rhythm and "happy, hungry, maw."
Thank you both so kindly!