I could hear it coming
along the contours
picking up footsteps
trampling over flower beds
trees forced
bending backwards
drawing blood
from lined throats;
Roaring wind
whiskers shaking
sharp teeth
stripes expanding;
Iris still
no enlarging
a silent witness
flickering
emotions.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
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