Friday, March 30, 2018

As weather permits

i am an animal who stalks the killing field,
slinking twixt chainmailed calves, brooding
at my luck, in the coppery mist, on not so
much of a hunt as flower picking for men,
down and wounded, to carry them off and
have my way with them, oblivious to their
powerful original victimizers, i step in and
back in and keep them in my cave, fiercely
protecting and ranching them when i can

by Donna
"I can't find you, Mike."


  1. They must be easy to find since you know where to look, on the bottom. The bottom is a finite place you can go. It's something for sharing if you can.