Sep 21
Hello 🙂
Good words from Jimpix today…
I was surfing the crest of their restless murmurs;
That grew in pitch in an effort to frighten.
I slid on my most frigid face, and tried to ignore
The ragged breathing somewhere to my left.
This surge,
This urge,
This pressing forward
As if the call to breed is a pack activity.
Singled out, in profile,
To decipher:
The right scent
The right gait
The jut of my Zygomatic Bone…
And I suppose they got a shock
When my Roundhouse Kicks
Were anything but demure.
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September 21st, 2017 at 8:29 pm
This poetry certainly expands one’s vocabulary!
September 21st, 2017 at 9:04 pm
😃