In Response To My First Poem
Lavished Lioness
Lunges with quietness
Leaks love, inspired with...
Hunger
It aches her when in slumber
It takes her under
Straddling starvation
now just preying on prayers
stuck in a safari of slayers
The hectic hunt continues
Various emptiness in the same venue
Deadlands. Dead things
Then she sees a man.
Lavished Lioness
Lunges with Quietness
sinks her teeth inspired with
Fresh Meat.
Hunter is hunting
He his the hunted
Haunted is he
So thirsty
So drought is his spout
Barely air comes out
Laying with the land
Can not stand
A rifle he carries
Rustle in the bushes
Something's by the tree
It is she
The one I hunted
and here she comes for me
In spree
SHE'S COMING
9/27/15
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