Open Poetry #30 |
Felinus Maximus |
TwistedKnickers Junior Member
since 2004-01-02
Posts 35Saskatchewan, Canada |
Cautiously, she slinks between the fragile ferns and crouches; her matted, empty belly wet with last nights' rain. Dopplar ears on alert point in all directions independantly, detecting the slightest rustle. One paw frozen in mid air; eyes dilate. She adjusts her haunches like a champion golfer, aligning his feet for the winning putt. With the focus of a microscope and muddy death-hooks protruding, she leaps expectantly across the threshold. As the screen door snaps shut behind her, she proudly pads to her freshly filled dish to reap the tasty spoils of the great morning hunt. Poetry is the sculpting of words. We ALL start with a lump of clay. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
ohhhh, this is so adorable! |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
LOL loved it!! So descriptive... "if you won't let me fall for you |
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Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
Oh yes, I know this scene well! Amusing write! ~K~ |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
awwww love this... proudly pads enjoyed. Beauty of the world which is soon to perish has two edges, one of laughter and one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
I love this! The first stanza had me breathless, and then the ending came at me out of the blue. Well done. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Purrrrrrfect! Loved it! |
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