stevencudahy, prowl like you own me
circle slow as if unsure
i'm prey, threat, or mate
move liquid, stalking, through light
and shadow across
the spilt-drink-sticky scrublands
you marked your hunting
grounds a night long in your past
sleek with raw muscle
you want, which may be hunger
or, if i am lucky, thirst#Choka #SmallPoems #Poetry #Writing #MastoPrompt 25 April 2024 - leonine.