Poem -

Huntress

She had stalked him on and off
for years
or so it seemed, back in the day ..
Much like some
native tribal warrior may have
stalked their prey ..
In the then, big flash city or in
the bush even ..
That is precisely what he used
to think, way back ..
Yet no cage, trap, or snare was
ever primed,
laid, or set though, since she
relied entirely
on self-presented bait and lures ..
But still he
could not forget just how many
scalps she had
collected, since that day when
they first met
in an old redundant elevator
on the way
to buying coffees, from the top
floor café bar
and restaurant, way back in 76 ..

 

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Neville

Ta for the comment LINDA LANK & truly :)

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author
RG

Yet no cage, trap, or snare was
ever primed,
laid, or set though, since she
relied entirely
on self-presented bait and lures ..

Strong lines
 enjoyable read as always. I prefer being the hunter than the prey, unless they’re a “sexy” Huntress
. Lol😂

My fiancĂ© reminded me I’m already on a leash
. 

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author
Shaun Cronick

Nev, a revealing read and anything deadlier than the male is hot stuff in my book.
And so was 76.
Thanks for sharing Nev and rekindling those 76 memories.

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author
Neville

Thank you Shaun, you just made this old fella's first smile on this brand new day .. 

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author
Being Me

When love, or lust, comes calling— it really gets you. You don't stand a chance with a femme fatale ( is that what they're called?) Another fab write dear Neville x

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author
Neville

Yes, I do believe that is what they are, or at least, were once called ..
I am helpless at the very thought of it .. Thanks for calling Tina, so much appreciated, I doubt you could ever imagine .. x

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