#artic
Slow sleek steps,
Pounces on its paws,
Snow-clad fur,
Brushes off impatiently,
Ears perk up,
When squeals and squeaks are heard,
Steady and slowly,
Merges with the blanket beneath,
Almost at ease,
Confidently it please,
Lowers into its position,
Ready to strike,
Pounces on its paws,
Announces in its jaws,
Mouse struck beneath its claws,
Ounces in vigilant strides as it withdraws.
https://poemtheart.com/artic-hunter/
By Sarah Shahzad, July 2024
Aug 5, 2024
Aug 5, 2024 at 5:33 AM UTC
Slow sleek steps,
Pounces on its paws,
Snow-clad fur,
Brushes off impatiently,
Ears perk up,
When squeals and squeaks are heard,
Steady and slowly,
Merges with the blanket beneath,
Almost at ease,
Confidently it please,
Lowers into its position,
Ready to strike,
Pounces on its paws,
Announces in its jaws,
Mouse struck beneath its claws,
Ounces in vigilant strides as it withdraws.
https://poemtheart.com/artic-hunter/
By Sarah Shahzad, July 2024
Aug 5, 2024
Aug 5, 2024 at 5:27 AM UTC
Dark brown eyes
So dark
They are almost black
I'd always yearned for a different color
A color like hers:
Clear Arctic blue
Reminiscent of the pristine glaciers that dot the place I lived in before I met her
She told me
That my eyes were special
And I asked her how that could be
When so many others have
The
Exact
Same
Color
She told me
That my eyes were the color of soil after a calming rain
Which is really just mud
But I loved it anyway
She could say the most terrible things to me
And I'd love them anyway
Because she said them
Which is funny,
Since she's never said
A single word
To hurt me
She knows that
I am broken
I am damaged goods
I am the unwanted crumbs at the bottom of the potato chip bag
Except that she would never say that to me
Instead she says
That I am perfect
And now
When I see Arctic blue
I don't think of cold
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 10:01 AM UTC