Feral Gods

27 Dec

Feral Gods

by L. Stewart Marsden

 

The feral gods trollop the streets all about,

spraying their scent on ornament bushes,

displaying their claws in elongated stretches

while etching the ground or the barks of old trees.

Then bound they away

and around the next corner,

mewling and mewing far into the night,

the feral gods spit and spew at each other

in their loud and fur-furied fights

that rouse such a ruckus the lights are turned on,

as the feral gods arch their backs on the fence

and wait patiently for the happenchance morsels

to peek from the trash in the long alleyways

far, far below their very soft feet.

 

Copyright © by Lawrence S. Marsden, 27 December, 2014
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