Monday, April 11, 2016

Predator... (National Poetry Month #11)

Like a hawk...
Circling, watching
Like a panther...
Stalking, pacing

Around in circles
Watching for movement
White lights in the red
Closer, closer, closer

Finally she gave up.
Nothing close was free
Only back row spaces
Too far to walk

She would go to the gym another day....

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