The Prowl
In a new awakened state
I give myself over to a savage hunger,
Long denied.
My eyes pierce the dark
With a hunter’s omnipresent view.
I prowl low along the ground
And then climb high into the trees
Until the scent of survival
Has been searingly obtained.
Sleep then casts itself over me
Like a long dusty shadow
Delivery me silently
Back into the blackwater’s of the night.
~ KDW
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