EternalHunter
03-17-2006, 06:09 PM
Leapord Print
Oh, soft synthetic camouflage,
in waves of wind
like fall
leaves
shifting,
shifting in a mottle of blurred
vision and light,
dark spots of night
blink like lynx
eyes
subtle disguises
of suggestion
allussions to mythic times
of spear skulking
hunters dancing
triumph,
licking wounds--
blood dragged free by
kitten claws
to stain
the ground in chalky ink--
blood
to write the histories
of
seduction
and the handbook of the
modern
affinity for the feline.
Oh, soft synthetic camouflage,
in waves of wind
like fall
leaves
shifting,
shifting in a mottle of blurred
vision and light,
dark spots of night
blink like lynx
eyes
subtle disguises
of suggestion
allussions to mythic times
of spear skulking
hunters dancing
triumph,
licking wounds--
blood dragged free by
kitten claws
to stain
the ground in chalky ink--
blood
to write the histories
of
seduction
and the handbook of the
modern
affinity for the feline.