# # # Predator Poem by Sonya Florentino
# # # Predator
It was pitch-dark
I couldn’t see anything
Nothing moved
I couldn’t hear anything
But there was no mistaking
The smell of desire
And the heat emanating
From the fear in his eyes
I knew he was near me
A mere inches away
Who thought he was hunter
And I his prey
It was pitch-black
I made sure of that
To make sure he knew
There was no turning back
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
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4/23/2024 4:50:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like the way the second verse turned my 'understanding' of the first verse on its head. Nice work. (Making a note to myself...don't meet Sonya on a dark night! !) Love as always, Nomad.