Last Supper (Version 2)
They scuttle about
stuffed with veggies,
and thirst-slaking fruit,
dusted with minerals.
He stirs.
waits motionless
until -
one carelessly nears
eyes focus,
neck pulses with
quickened breathing,
tail quivers
lunge …
Mouth loaded
shaping a smile
around a struggle of legs
and oozing guts.
Lips licked -
a cricket feast
for a caged leopard.
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Last Supper
They gorge on carrots
and thirst-quenching fruit,
before being thrust
into the leopard’s den.
In a dark niche, the predator
lurks
stirs
as prey scuttles near.
Eyes wide he watches,
begins to stalk.
Excited,
tail trembling
he pounces …
Shaping a smile,
his mouth is loaded
as legs wriggle
guts ooze
a cricket feast
for my leopard gecko.
Not my usual type of poem
Last Supper (revised)
Re: Last Supper
The 1st stanza has the reader thinking it's about martyred Christians, except Christians wouldn't be gorging themselves. So the poem surprises and is a good desciptive poem.
Re: Last Supper (revised)
Another version - cut back
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