Beautiful Beasts

The beautiful beasts lick wounds.
 The Beautiful beasts suckle hidden flesh.
 The beautiful beasts bare their bone for tasting.
Such hungry appietes creatures have they devour it whole.
Hoping they will choke.

However, no.

They're pretty, pink lips engorge with their pupils.
 They're mouths dilate and they're teeth retreat.
As they have been instructed.
"Feed well little creature."
The Beautiful beasts bone throbs in rhythm to his words.
Sweet saliva mixes with salty secretions to form a stew.
"Winter is coming, little creatures must be warm."
Sweet stews will evade the creature's belly until the forth-coming spring.
It shall not choke.

The beautiful beast bores an offspring of identical, cunning evil.
With a bigger bone for feeds.
And so the creature's mouth began to close, while the eyes dilated, beginning to choke.

However no.

Now the beautiful beasts can devour whole the lingering, hidden sent.
And delight in being a hungry beast.

While the creature's secretions will coat the beast for the coming winter.
And so those of the animal kingdom delegate the laws of nature of which man forgot.
All take, but somewhere meant to give.