by Mary E. Lowd
March 13, 2021
Sunken eyes
Carved in a face
Soft and grey
Is it wise
To stare in those eyes
Or will this specter
—A feline, feeling neglected
Hungry and haunting
Filled with wanting—
Steal your soul away?
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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