Your prompt: animal | Today’s form: concrete poetry | Today’s device: enjambment
Inside of us there is rage, like
the fury of an animal.
The basic instinct to react, yet
waiting for the right moment.
Knowing all too well those who hunt, someday
become the hunted.
Note: This assignment really stunted me and made it hard for me to work on the next assignments. Ultimately, I had to move on from the enjambment. It was really wearing me down.