Yawn

Before man was born,
We walked on all fours—
Hunting/Gathering/Defending.
When danger approached,
We widened our eyes,
Heightened our hackles,
Exposed our fangs.
And then the roar reared,
Shaking the trees, scattering the birds.

We would walk upright—
Discovering fire, inventing tools,
Suppressing the animal within—

For a day's work weakens our focus—
The eyes close, the jaw drops, the cheeks stretch,
The inaudible sounds—
Echoes of a forgotten beast too tired to pounce.