Alpha Male
Watch out for those quiet ones.
They are not lacking of
rushing madness
or a red fox disregard.
They are, in fact, waiting for the hunt.
They take atmospheric photographs.
They keep a mental file of them
stored in fertile ground.
You think they are sweet as summer fruit.
Don't bite.
They will taste even better.
The one in sunglasses is eyeing me.
He knows I am safe.
He has skinned me down to my skeleton
many times.
He has sniffed my scent,
He knows my heat.
But he remains quiet.
A girl walks by,
she is a mating dance vying for his attention
but he barely notices
(or pretends not to.)
She is not what he wants.
What he wants is the feel
of wind on his hide,
a barefoot fire working its way