• Crocuta spelea, she pumps in my blood,

    heart pounds, legs pound, lungs pound,

    mind is silent.

    Silent as the Death it mates with.

    Stronger than Lupus dirus,

    yet weaker with each passing evolution.



    She sighs, she dies.



    Crocuta crocuta is born.

    She squats in the mud and feels the pulse.

    The Pulse, the Pulse, the pulse in her paws.

    Running again, that lively crocuta

    stumbles on again with each passing evolution.



    And howling to the moon, pass the breath of Lupus dirus.



    No canine claw had matched her pace

    'til Canis lupus took his place

    along the side of Hyenae hyenae streaked,

    just trying to keep up with each passing evolution.



    Now dying, fading, smaller, Canis lupus is.

    almost. no more.



    And Proteles cristata

    takes the throne of high school drama.

    She shudders and devolves

    into a human teenage girl.