Poem: Wild Game

Creative Commons photo of a spotted hyena, a creature I’d like to never run into. It’s huge!

My latest original five-line poem is inspired by something I recently heard about the spotted hyena. More on that (hopefully) soon.

Wild Game

spotted but unseen, i traverse the desert,
ribs showing in my shadow,
hunted by fatigue, water dreams —
spiraling into salvation mirages —
i scavenge on the leftovers of others.

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