Hunting Me
In the virgin forest
there are...
Scary silence,
endless voids,
relentless density ...
quiet beasts alone,
wild beasts lurking ...
Visible impossibilities,
extreme absences ... and I
with no birds on the shoulders,
hunting me ...!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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