Hungry hours

Pricking and intrinsically tangling up the intestine
Like a needle sharpened ready to attack the inside
Like a hungry lion, groaning all day, night long
Trying to hide from the eyes of the world's surroundings
It cries even louder that early birds
Grinning with dry patchy lips pretending if it is all funny
Laughs, it is a contrary, for, this is no joke bunny