Tonight I bleat, I bay; my hooves I beat
Under the rutting moon.
Autumn awakened my ancient beast
Unto the rutting moon.
I clash and thrash; my rack defeats
And reddens the rutting moon.
Fair fillies all shall fear; tonight I feast
Beneath the rutting moon.
My savage silenced, I return to peace
And await the rutting moon.
YBDs notes 1: Ed thinks that while my appearance is reminiscent of Walt Whitman, my poem isn't. I was deeply inspired by the incredible encounter last night and spent a few minutes putting it to verse. And perhaps it's why I chose this time to fast.
YBDs notes 2: Or I may just be gettin ready for an audition on duck dynasty...