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Feral Man

He lies arched to the recessĀ 

wily as a feral cat

This doorway from the world

his space,his patch;

His wall against life

The other side, their rat race

a trap for the unwary.

Turmoil gathers, wakening

Wryly he reaches for his capsĀ 

One to unscrew

One to lay flat.

◄ Grim Faces

Splitting ►

Comments

DESMOND CHILDS

Sat 7th Oct 2017 07:33

Thank you for your comments John. Much appreciated.

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John Coopey

Fri 6th Oct 2017 09:45

I like the equilibrium of his caps, Desmond. Good post.

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