We do not see

the watcher’s eyes

waiting in the dark

seeking the moment

our guard has fallen

our soft bellies exposed

we do not see

sharpened claws

waiting in the dark

honed to razors

deadly weapons

waiting for the vulnerable minute

we do not see tooth and fang

aiming for our throats

predator stalking prey

waiting in the dark – Caroline A. Slee

Waiting in the Dark

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