Poetry | On the Prowl | Mary Ann Schaefer

On the Prowl listen
     I'm feelin' like a she-
bear, and that makes me feel
good, knowin' I got the natural
unpredictable don't-mess-with-me
strength of a brute, and I can bite
your head off cuz I don't gotta
have a reason.
     And I'm gonna be
that bear today, gonna give the cubs
a swipe and a growl for good
measure, and lumber away through
the woods on all fours.
     Gonna go
fishin' down at the lake, be quick
and fierce with a mighty
splash just to eat them fish
alive, just to get my fill.
     Then I'm gonna come
back and follow my nose to some
rotten old tree, gonna knock
it to the ground with a crash to get
what I want for some honey
on the side.
     And I'm only done
when I say I'm done and not
before, don't even dare disturb
me, cuz I'd just love to rise on
my hind legs and let out a roar
so furious, so violently
enraged that
     You'll crap in your
pants for sure, helpless,
stumblin' backward in slow
motion terror right
into the snapping
jaws of the rusty
saw-toothed
trap.