Eyes black as a starless sky.
Eyes hauntingly devoid of light.
Her prowl, completely without clink or clamor.
She presides over all she sees and claims
without ever needing to growl, or even speak:
All fall prostrate before her.
MR
2014-0617
Sunday, February 28, 2021
Overheard at Booth 3: Another Fragment of Poetry from an Old Notebook
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