Locked in Darkness

In this solitude...

In this black darkness... I feel like a cat... stirring... yearning to prowl... waiting to strike... but hiding in a corner. Who's eyes can only focus ... on black darkness.

Darkness...

so very black... there is a sense of wildness... Is it filled with... the hunters... the predators of the darkness... or is it filled with... the small ... scared... hiding ... hunted?

Locked in this darkness...

Am I, as the cat,... the hunted... quivering...afraid and hiding... not wanting to be seen by the hunters?

Or am I, as the cat...

the hunter... the cautious predator... holding still... waiting for just the right moment... to pounce ... to strike?

At times the feeling of the hunted...

over powers my being. At other times ... the hunter feeling... is stronger... Today.....the hunted takes over... as I sit still and quite... in the darkness.

There is no sense of movement now...

just darkness... just an eerie sense of... peace and stillness.

The hunters...the cautious preditors...

as well as the scared hunted... are locked together.

Now...

They all will stay together... live together... try to survive together... day after long day... night after dark night... just...

Locked in darkness.

Donna Shari & Danny III

THIS POEM PUBLISHED.....OCT 2000 in...

"A FLEETING SHADOW" by... The International Library of Poetry

Music...Darkness On The Edge Of Town By...Bruce Springsteen ~~Please Remember To Sign My Guest Book!~~

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