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@ 9:25 pm on 09.01.03
Autumn is creeping stealthily,a lioness on the prowl,
through the grasses and among the trees as the
sun's
last
rays dip,
kissing the leaves goodnight
and blanketing them in velvety dark.
I don't see her;
I instead
feel her amber eyes
watching me,
her nose scenting me.
I'm not afraid
of the one who will deliver the killing frost
to Summer's green gazelle neck,
for she has restless Winter,
her cub,
waiting for a meal, ensconced in the den.
I,
in my humanity,
do not think it barbarous;
fooling myself that it is only nature and
forgetting
the endless days of grey and rain,
ignoring the pall of Autumn's reign,
longing for
her icy, sandpaper tongue
to strip the flesh from my bones
and lay my innards bare,
a buffet for cubs
and ravens alike.