The Male of the Species

Sometimes the male of the species

Will eat it’s young

Due to scarcity

The inferiority of the brood

Or because it’s just too damn horny

Sometimes

Just some times

I understand the feeling

The exasperated desire

After four midnights in a row

When I’ve offered

Food, water, love

With nothing in return but screams

I bare my teeth

When I tell you what to do

Or what not to do

And you remain

Unmoved, unwavering

You see the beast

Tense it’s jaw

Stretch out it’s claws

Feel it’s guttural growl

Resentful Vibrations

Face to face with the hungry beast

You curl your head into it’s neck

Lay a hand against it’s heart

Tempering the raging beat

The smell of golden curls,

Unbridled joy and fresh cut flowers,

Slows down it’s breathing

Fangs are hidden away

Claws are trimmed

The beast is tamed

Sometimes the male of the species

Will care for it’s young

Protect them from harm

Love them all their lives