A poetic short sword, to freely cut, chop or stab in hand-to-hand combat with my rats. (©, copyright, auteursrecht).
No blind bat even
Could have missed
The flashing message
From her silent glance
Choked with excitement
Finally he admits
He is being hunted
Like a frog fixated
Slow-eyed by a snake
He patiently waits
For the strike to come
The clinging of bodies
The pressing of lips
You’re currently reading “Hunter,” an entry on Gladius Poeticus
5.21.12 / 2am
Again, this is pretty simply stated but it draws you in and as with the stork poem the immediate possibility resides but is not the only one
by any means. Enjoyed this.
5.21.12 / 3am
Maybe leaving out the last 2 lines would have added more to the suspense and imagination, instead of pointing out the obvious. But you’re right.. this is not the only one; enough has been left to the reader’s imagination. Again my sincere thanks for the quality comments.
Suriname
Gladius Poeticus 
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