Blessed Grace
To no avail, he caught my eye-clenching on the branch of the endemic prey.
Watching the sound of a colorful array,
to be in sight of the shimmering tales of no surprises.
Held by its clenching teeth in suffering agony.
Of his mercy defeated by one leg.
Copyright © Brigett Hurley | Year Posted 2013
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