The Prey of Time
The snow--
cool and white--
crisp and fresh--
in the moonlight
a black cat
crosses a path,
and I think:
'such a cruel rap
this critter has gotten!'-
sleek and hushed like the snow
seeking to enter every crevice
reminded by the wind
to cover ground
quickly as possible
all creatures
the prey of time….
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