Stalking between the branches are eyes of extinction
piercing into the void shell and flesh, examining slow.
cued senses to the forces that energize fear
palpable beats of heart and blood
suppressed beneath soiled loins of survival.
creep leisurely along divine threads of necessity
sharing the responsibility bestowed,
the time has come to act! Don’t crack,
or fall back, you might lose your snack. Gutted!
Title chosen: "Forlorn Hope"
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Contest: This Or That, Vol 2