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.
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3 comments:
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 :)
Whoa, the imagery. A lunging paw of a cat is really vivid in my head.
I agree, this is excellent imagery!
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