THE WILD THING

A thing; a wild, wild thing
Appears without warning.
Odd, shapeless and nameless,
It must be a beast of darkness.

Even though there is no bounty,
Killing it must be our key duty.
Using any weapon you can find,
We adopt methods of every kind.

Should you bash its ugly head,
Or jump on its belly instead?
Gouge its eyes, pull out its teeth,
Or kick it from way underneath?

With each stick and each stone,
Nothing is to be left alone.
Yet, every spear and arrow
Only brings out a strange sorrow.

From us, the thing is different,
Yet to destroy, it is incoherent.
If wildness brings such loathing,
We ought to re-think everything.

Actually, it means us no harm.
So, it should not cause alarm.
The wild thing is any new thing 
Just teaching us something!