Friday, July 2, 2010

Would you know, if I asked you?

Your words creep into my mind like a predator's prey.
And with my minds eye I stalk them,
Waiting for the right moment.
But when is the right moment?
And how can we ever know?
And so I retreat, claws retracting and skulk to the far corners of my mind.
It is quiet here.

Picture found: here


Smileyfreak said...

The start of the poem came across as being fuelled with tension and the last few lines seemed to hold more peace and understanding. Beautiful :)

Some Girl said...

Whoa, the imagery. A lunging paw of a cat is really vivid in my head.

Melee said...

I agree, this is excellent imagery!