We allow the trappings
of what we have become.
The haute couture wrappings
of an upright kingdom.
To infect how we think
and how we see ourselves.
Repressing all instinct,
where nature sits and delves.
This courtesy and tact
we present to the world.
Hides the genetic fact,
an inner beast is curled.
For even when, the most
well-mannered and well-mild
is strapped to whipping post,
he releases his wild.
We try to keep the truth
pressed underneath it all.
Yet when true self is loosed,
we are just animal.
When pushed to fight or flee,
anyone can revert.
An animal is he,
no fear of being hurt.
If his wrath should lead to
some pains or death you feared.
Karma comes back to you,
when animal is speared.
Save your societal
rules with your great protest.
Unleashed the animal,
survival for fittest.
Do not let silken cloak
deny the beast within.
If animal provoke,
there is no stopping him.
I wish to never be
that animal again.
That is my trickery
of trying to pretend.
It’s why I am quiet,
when stupid things are said.
I don’t want the regret
of where conflict has led.
I portray a kind face,
demeanor of a lamb.
Because pushed to a place,
I know well who I am.
I am a man by birth,
but inside does reside.
Keen animal alert
with a truly wild side.
By Brad of Common Sensibly Speaking
Wild Poetry

All poetry is welcome, but preference will be given to those poems that leave us yearning for the natural world! Animals, landscapes, the human experience. Make it wild! Let’s share those poems that make us shake for something more.
My continued and endless thanks for honoring with a guest spot my friend!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Great poem Brad, thanks for contributing 😁 It was beautifully WILD.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Great Job Brad!
LikeLiked by 2 people
nice job, Brad! perfect choice for Blog of the Wolf Boy…
LikeLiked by 2 people
Yeah, he fits in nicely here 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
Animal magnetism 😀
LikeLiked by 2 people