March of The Hare

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a piece of when the prey becomes the Hunter, and vice versa. Feedback always appreciated.

The March of the Hare 04/09/2012

Footsteps…

They grow louder,

Their pacing gets quicker,

More urgent in their desires,

The footsteps are now marching,

There is marching in the hallowed wood,

The Hare...

She comes for me,

In retribution,

To repay,

The game of predator and prey,

For I am now weak,

And she has grown stronger,

Footsteps…

They grow closer,

I can hear her labored breathing,

Throughout the hallowed wood,

She has found me,

The Hare has found the Wolf.

©2012 Tragedienne Belle Morte


Submitted: April 10, 2012

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