Morning

Everything is edged-
even reflections cut.
Glimmer is glitter in
such cruelty.
A black cat flashes
emerald eyes under
the traffic.
I, incredulous,
seethe through the
skeptical masses,
my identity protected
in a black mask.
So real the cars exist,
crushed in the rush
I sneer, one shadow
stalking night in the realm
of scrutiny.

By Jason Paul Fox

poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
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Violators are prosecuted, no joke!
I'm living off the generosity of plagiarists now!
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