The Constant Stare

Pointed ears 
piercing eyes 
staring at you 

It sits, calm and serene 
watching 
you 

Playing with its other 
softly in the white snow 
peering at you 

It trots quiet  
and padded 
studying you 

like prey for 
its hungry pups 
it considers you 

waiting for the 
right moment 
it observes 

you 


 

Zorro

VT

17 years old

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  • thoughts

    Winter is coming.

    Silently with chapped lips and 

    breath in the cool air.

    But, I think I'll finish this 

    half-baked thought later 

    when winter has come and gone.

  • Ghost

    Once a sweet violet syrup of passion,
    now the bitter acid of indifference.

    Once a giddiness like rays of sun on your lips in the spring,
    now a cold careless ghost of the past.

    I indulged in the newness,
  • Floating

    My head is in the sky with those puffy white clouds of giddiness and
    A foggy understanding of what is to come is all that inhabits my brain.
    My skin is warmed by hot star energy and the smile pulling at the corners of my lips