Messages & Notes
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
The Scent In The Air
Behold, a wild bitch is in her season.
The wind blows and her scent is known.
From near and far, male beasts are drawn,
Attracted by the smell of her pheromone.
Instinctively they set out to track her.
About her lair they all riskily gather.
Wild strength and pheromone-driven temper,
Everyone's a great danger to one another.
Piercing wild stares and fearless howls,
Intimidating fangs and threatening growls.
A wild and deadly game they are playing,
All because a bitch lured them into mating.