A playful poem that starts off seeming a little ominous only to learn it is about a little kitten nursing on it’s mother. I was trying to capture a wild tiger or lion cub with all the danger it would become or think’s it is while still a kitten.
Birth of an everlasting hunger
early stretch before the hunt
small fangs save a mouth that can kill
his simple breakfast only inches away
crawling in spite preparing to feast
kitten begins to root for mothers milk
-poem by Justin Germino