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A predator who’s focused on his prey…
a watcher whose intentions never stray.
Sight-unseen, no cause for apprehension;
knowing eyes apprise with rapt attention.
In ignorance, intended feels no fear--
unable to see through the shrewd veneer.
Succumbing to his strength and all his charm
and handsome well-bred looks meant to disarm.
When he appeared she never saw the cost,
now grasped between his talons all is lost.
And tearing her apart to feed his need--
just following the nature of the breed.
Be wary even friendliest intrusion…
"pure" intent is just a false illusion.
© Ginny Brannan May 8, 2012
On May 3rd, 2012 Samuel Peralta aka "Semaphore" hosted Form For All: Clarian Sonnets at d'Verse Poets Pub, here is my first attempt at a Clarian sonnet.
Submitted to The River Journal Spring Writing Contest 5/08/12