She violently caught her prey, Becoming a kind of a hunter. It met a deadly fate, As a fish out of the water. Minutely,its details she saw To understand the message of it. No one seeing, for sure, Her trying to hide in a pit. Her ecstasy was flowing As she kept going on. She didn’t hear the growling Phantoms at the next door. Feeling satisfied with her scrutiny The cover of the book she closed. Now, her next prey waited gloomily Since the end of its life had come. [[ Poema inspirado, en un microcuento que escribí hace años. Lo hice como un trabajo para la Universidad ]]
Comentarios
gracias por hacerme encontrar ese momento perdido
es un poquitito mas largo, me cuesta escribir en corto.
saludos.
Me encantó tu microcuento. Eres muy ingeniosa.
Gracias por haber comentado en mi escrito :)
Cuídate mucho.
Saludos espaciales para ti,
El Astronauta Konstantino
ps: Me gusta demasiado la música de tu blog.