Hyenidae
#2 of old poems
It's a symbolic poem I wrote, comparing the "evolution" of my personality to the evolution of the different species of hyenas.
If you want the comparison explained, just ask. I'd be happy to share.
Crocuta spelea, she pumps in my blood,
heart pounds, legs pound, lungs pound,
mind is silent.
Silent as the Death it mates with.
Stronger than Lupus dirus,
yet weaker with each passing evolution.
She sighs, she dies.
Crocuta crocuta is born.
She squats in the mud and feels the pulse.
The Pulse, the Pulse, the pulse in her paws.
Running again, that lively crocuta
stumbles on again with each passing evolution.
And howling to the moon, pass the breath of Lupus dirus.
No canine claw had matched her pace
'til Canis lupus took his place
along the side of Hyenae hyenae streaked,
just trying to keep up with each passing evolution.
Now dying, fading, smaller, Canis lupus is.
almost. no more.
And Proteles cristata
takes the throne of high school drama.
She shudders and devolves
into a human teenage girl.