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It Prowls Around
it stalks with lidless eyes,
a watchfulness not resting
a cat staring down a bird,
it’s teasing, and it’s testing
slinking around, it gawks and waits
for its prey to trip and fall
the butcher wants to eat
to munch into a skull
it often threatened me
misery, it was vouching
on its haunches, biding time,
like a spring, it’s crouching
the ophidian is eying me,
so patient to predict
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Wednesday 17th March 2021 10:47 am
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