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Feb 2015
The ref’s gun is up.
He pulls the trigger.  

The leader  
fires ahead of me.

Instantly I swing higher.

And the ref disappears.

I explode.

Flying laughing
hunter then hunted
as I dive between
cat and mouse

caught.
Everything I write is unfinished, I would love to hear any thoughts!
Written by
JM McCann  NY
(NY)   
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