Some sneak up, stealthy, furtive,
Stalk a poem through wilderness,
Nose to wind or cheek to track,
Eyes squinty slitted, jaw clenched,
Fingers poised, ready to pounce.
(Source: “Poetic Divagation”, 40×41: Midlife Crisis Postponed)
Opening volley in a two-part poem about writing poetry. Or hunting it. Or romancing it…