The Bound and The Beast

poem by Rianne Parker

Some beasts attack their prey at first glance.

Then others.

Well others,

Prey with a patience,

Love with a vengience,

Captivate with a quickness and inspire with a defenseless smile.

All to say, that this beast,

Abandoned and hungry,

bound and at peace.

This beast,

Is still laying behind tall grass,

Molded with camo and silence.


Oh, so very still!

and waiting...

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