Poetry

Predator

Worry is
unbecoming –

but it is always
coming,

relentlessly

like the wolves
doggedly
following
the old
frail elk

knowing
it will eventually
slow

a faltering step
and it is
upon us

creasing the skin
around our eyes
twisting our spines
stealing the color
from our hair and
leaving us there

reduced

stooped

withered.

worry is
unbecoming –

but it is always
coming

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