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I never thought about it before. But there’s the stillness of calm and there’s the stillness of predator watching prey. Took me somewhere I hadn’t expected!
Powerfully penned, Neville. Excellent write with incredible depth. Sensational work. Appreciate you.
Damian
Ever watch a bird of prey, a vulture perhaps, or an owl, as it waits for the strike, its head bobs and moves side to side, almost like contemplating the angle of flight and how delicious the prey will taste. The balance of nature caught in that “double time killing spree”. Your poem Neville, is as sharp taloned as that shadow warrior, looking at its dinner.
-Curt
Still as a trigger finger in the dark, your hunter waits with the world holding its breath.
There’s a cold patience here—the kind that knows the sun can light a kill as easily as a prayer.