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Nov 2011
The Killer's unblinking eyes gazed,
awaiting my next move.

The victim, still warm,
lay just there.

Choking back sadness,
I looked back.

No guilt
no remorse to be found.
A pure predator.

And I learned
You can't extract sorrow
from a cat.
This poem was written as a contribution to the "Adopt a Metaphor" experiment. The metaphor adopted here was "extract sorrow".
Ellis Reyes
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Ellis Reyes  M/USA
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