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Stalking the Predator
He's predictable-they usually are
monsters of habit
habitual rituals...
preoccupied-his eyes wide open
never minding to peer
behind-
I wait
I watch
I know his ropes, blades and tape
and I saunter in the coveted gait
past his dirty, ford truck
his tools are clumsy
mine- a twine-and there was no tussle
no rustle in the bush
just the quiet fall of
a man-already dead
monsters of habit
habitual rituals...
preoccupied-his eyes wide open
never minding to peer
behind-
I wait
I watch
I know his ropes, blades and tape
and I saunter in the coveted gait
past his dirty, ford truck
his tools are clumsy
mine- a twine-and there was no tussle
no rustle in the bush
just the quiet fall of
a man-already dead
Published 10th Jul 2013
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10th Jul 2013 4:46am
3rd Aug 2015 4:43pm
For me somewhat hard to follow though I can appreciate the daunting of a beast of his own mind. I enjoyed the end of the journey though to meet you there was a frantic task
