Over sheets of white,
Hundreds of Happy feet,
Wobbling the snow beneath,
Eyes closed, hell in sight.
A horde of penguins,
Basking in little warmth,
From the heat they breath,
Breath from their very kin.
Their backs are iced,
A layer on top of another,
Better shed the first tether,
Ssh, heads never raised.
In a ravine, the snow leopard,
Waits for the prey, eyes prying,
A leap, he falls trying,
Commotion, in the ibex herd.
Why take the jump then?
To break yourselves?
Better hold yourself,
Return to the comfy den.
When the ice layers on us,
It's cold. A layer again,
We don't feel the pain,
The burns are now less.
Three days I rest, healing,
To jump again, catching prey,
First it hurts, then they pray,
That I don't get up, hunting.
Makes me think, dark scared me once,
As a kid, within four walls,
Kept seeing life in those dolls,
For long, figures in the mirror dance.
But now, I walk in the dark,
Aware of demons from the lore,
Black isn't dark enough anymore,
Away or towards him, I embark.
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Drumroll. Dadadum! 3k!! You guys are awesome! Also, I still feel there's a jumping miss amidst these lines but I posted it anyway and so, any argument coming in my direction would be dealt with "poetic justice." 😏
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