Poetry

Cat And Mouse

“There was no danger from my predator.
Because his heart belonged with mine.”

It was the fire. The flames that burned into my eyes, as if a raging pyre burned and smoldered in front of me, when there was nothing there but the stillness of the night under the full moon. My eyes, like mirrors to an unseen force, reflected my anger outward at the encroaching danger. With my senses heightened and a keen awareness of all that was around me, I was ready to face what awaited for me in the shadows. But I knew there was no real danger there. Not because he wasn’t a predator, but because his heart belonged with mine. That game of cat and mouse was a prelude to what would come after. The only question was who would win the upper hand.

© Sarah Doughty

Game on, mister.

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