11/13/2025 for TEXTURE OF MINIMALISM Poetry Contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
The predator glimpses prey, wicked eyes meet, graceful legs in motion, clad in black animal skin. The chase is on, round and round, o'er hill and dale. Finally, she succumbs. Who's prey and who's predator?
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