Should I Run Away or Play Good and Dead
I spied long cat claw marks on the jungle tree
a spotted leopard or a plain puma in ebony?
I held my breath instantly, afraid to breathe.
Then heard a cough beside my sleeve.
Should I run away or play good and dead?
There was a hot breath on my arm, so I ran, said Fred.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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