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The Hunter, the Hunted, and the Bystander (Free verse) by Dovina

Into the vacant lot he drove, headlights almost caught me. Behind a car I crouched for one more wager, one less death. Through the glass I saw his eyes scan the boys and girls. Through the night I watched him, safe as hunted life affords. Curving, scanning, shining, sly, he stopped and started backing, turning ‘round, like thwarted sprite to catch me somewhere else. I watched him back and saw the boy, no more than five and standing there, unconcerned and playing, just behind the car. I knew that I should shout, but shouting springs a trap. So silently I watched and feared the thud, the fall, the bounce. Still the car kept backing, its tire like a tiger’s mouth. Guilty silence held me safe, safe as hunted life affords.

Paul S 7-Nov-06/9:43 AM
The poem works for me except for "tiger's mouth"--I think with your talent you could find a better simile. Good work overall though--as usual.




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