A poem of (undead)felinity…

The Hunter King

With striped fur abristle,
and hunter’s eye agleam,
Prowling ne’er ceasing,
His claws remain unsheathed,

Quivering, now unmoving,
Still, still, as the night’s shadow,
Immobile as a carved stone,
The bane of many faster than he,

Now quickly pouncing, leaping free,
Silently he bounds and snatches his prey,
Unknowing what awaited it, but a moment ago,
The circle completes; he pads back to his lair.

What awaits his noble countenance there?
He knows not, nor cares he,
He is lord and master of all around him,
Undisputed king by tooth and claw,
Raw lord of all.

Tim Keeton

About Tim Keeton

Flashfiction published by Seedpod Pub. Poetry appears in Read Write Poem 2010 Anthology. Founder & creator of the Undead Poets Society
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