Prey Poem by Luke Fellner

Prey

Titta tatta
soft drizzle
wetting hair
droplet filled grass

A hand
reaching down
through broken clouds
grasping and grabbing
pulling at my heart

'Time to go back'

I turn not back
but face forward
for what's behind stalks

for what's behind
stays behind
ready to pounce.

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