I Am Prey

Daylight stalks its poised victim under the milky retina of morn My eyes close tightly yet not in slumber I bask somewhere between the pleasure and pain that only the hunted know. While my hunter gains ground an inch at a time, slithering between finger branches of serpent hues in hypnotic dance between gold and shade; I long to sway to its rhythm. Sunshine cautiously drapes every leaf and blade creeping ever closer to my shadowy refuge it bides its time waiting to strike and I eagerly await its coiled sting.