Aug 12

On the move
warily
there are tigers out there
watching me,

flames that flicker in
tigers eyes
build into
bonfires.

But suddenly it
becomes a desert
still,
just waiting

I eat honey for
energy
the bee sees me
and retaliates
angrily

stung by this
I slink
home.

John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  61/Here and now
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     Kelly Rose and Terry Collett
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