Monday, July 15, 2013

Killer In The Backyard

He trots past the screen door noiselessly
and it's his intensity, his hyper-awareness,
that lets me know he's there, I feel him

Traces of orange in his face
the rest of his body
the color of smoke and ash

He doesn't bother with stealth and the underbrush
he's bad enough to run the yards and cross the roads
like they're his very own

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