Sunday, 20 July 2014

Death Is A Jungle Cat

Death appears, in slight slivers,
In a comma, or in twilight,

As a marker of an
Impending end,
And a harbinger of
A new time to come...

But its arrival is nimble,
Like a jungle cat,

With raised shoulders,
And a silent crawl
Eyes set firmly on 
The unknowing prey...

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