PREDATOR (poetryrepairshop 99.10:116) |
| Nose twitches, briefly catch the scent of my fear. A dark shadow passes over swiftly. The predator hunts. I nibble jasmine petals. Their scent hides my fear, as another shadow, smaller this time, less dark, passes over the brush. Deep in darkness, my toe-claws clutch at the moist loam beneath, as I hide. Ears perked to the light sounds of claw-scrap on tree bark. It waits above. I dare not move, yet I must. I wait. I must. It voices warning; sound of imminent death- mine?
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