A troupe to be feared,
Hunting, stalking, coursing
Their weak, unnerved,
Prey.
They close in,
Blocking escape routes,
They snarl at their
Meal.
They then launch themselves,
The defenseless animal,
Crying, as its herd
Watches.
It is bludgeoned, yet,
It lives,
They begin their godless
Cackling.
Humans are not as,
"Humane",
As you, may think.
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Stories between the lines: A collection of Poems
PoetryThe world is what you perceive it to be. These are short poems and haikus which I have been inspired to write by what has happened to me and those around me, giving you an insight to how I perceive the world around me. I do cover some self-harm and...
