this valley distorts sound
so you can’t tell
from which direction
death is coming

thin hunting calls
of coyotes
echo everywhere,
slip inside open windows
into my ears

body poised for flight

until I remember
I am safe
beneath blankets

& do not need
the fleet-footed
silent panic
owned by the doe
circled by
a hungry pack

even though
I resound with it,
my heart pounding
the fast bass drum of her escape

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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14 Responses to prey

  1. Rhonda says:

    Well SFAM, if you wrote this after Wiley Coyote woke you up, you are a genius!

  2. Rhonda says:

    Oh…meant to say I was “preying” for ya! šŸ™‚ have a good Tuesday, will talk later yes?

  3. jeglatter says:

    Felt this one…no words.. just me there. Love it!

  4. Deborah Avila says:

    Shhaaakey feeling yet the shelter of roof, walls, door etc settles the thumping heart! Fantastic Susan ~ Your friend ~Deb

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