alfie lee writing


the jackals

are hot on the
pride's heels. skulking
to steal the kill.
buzzards circle,

dive and hiss to
they have all the
time to wait. who

knows how, where and
what, when things will
break apart. time
doesn't move at

all but fits and
starts. bend and bow
down to the heat
that will not cloud

for rain. the young
you left mewling
in the den are
starting to wane.


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