The Teacher (a challenge poem)
By CloudRaven
The body must always be warm he tells me cold blood is the worst he gags. There is so much for me to learn, so much for me to understand. He talks of the old days and smiles. Not a wrinkle in his face I think. He talks of the time before, when life was so simple. When all they though they need was some garlic and a cross. Times has changed he complains, now they know the truth, now they know how to hunt us. When did we become the prey he ask? I shrug my shoulder, as my stomach growls. Patience he whispers in my ear. He walks toward the window, a full moon he announces, now remember all that I taught you he says. We emerge into the cold night. We walk and walk as I try to remember it all. Then he sees it, our dinner. I follow the masters lead, before I know it we are in the alley feasting. The warmth goes through my cold body quickly. The blood drips out of the corners of my mouth, I don't care. As the body cools he stands up, I am still hungry, but remember his cold blood warning. I whip my face, what a mess. He doesn't have a drip on him, still so clean. We leave the alley and search for the next meal.A challenge poem about Blood. Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 01:18 PM PST 0 • 10
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