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Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Wounded Animal

Hyenas on the Serengeti


Last I saw her 
She was in her circle 
Of friends. 
I walked as quickly  
As possible 
Around them and out.

Her laughter coughed
And they picked it up
Like hyenas on the Serengeti.
Their shrill cry scoured my ears
All the way to my vehicle.

I hear it still
When silence presses me.
That cold
Clattering laugh
Like china breaking on the floor.

Her laughter pierces...
Like bats bursting from their cave
Like tires squealing
Like ice breaking on the river
Like a tree snapping in weather
Like the cry of a wounded animal.

Yes, just like
A wounded animal.


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