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POEM: Fond of Monsters

By Berniegourley @berniegourley

POEM: Fond of MonstersI'm fond of monsters, modern & ancient,
but only monsters who know their nature.
It's not the wild eyes, but those that'r vacant
that signal the most dire kind of danger.

I tracked one once across a snowy heath,
and when the winds did shift, it caught my scent.
It could've wheeled about, baring claws and teeth,
but it had a sniff and moved on - content.

Did I dare stalk the beast any further?
Was I being led into an ambush?
Did it seek concealment for my murder?
And then the break - a gasping air inrush

A sudden realization, I'd been duped,
and was pursuing myself in a loop.

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