Beasts surround our tents,
wanting in, seeking our warmth,
tasting the air, listening to our hearts.
The hawks cry out warnings,
Small creatures run for cover,
The beasts circle us,
eagerly licking their chops,
ready to pounce with teeth and nails,
fish swim away, hurrying upstream,
away from expected carnage.
The beasts around us,
They are not leaving.
They draw closer, eyes feverish,
They feel our terror
as we close our eyes to the inevitable.
We finally see the beasts that surround,
The enemies are us,
And we fear what we have become.
May 6, 2017

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