Tuesday Scribbles

These nights and days I rest
behind stones walls, under earth.
I do not emerge save to peer
on those who wander nearby.
I breathe. I listen. I grow lean.
Time will pass, and I will emerge
ready for the hunt, restless
to run tireless, to see everything
and taste it. Do not interfere.
Watch.
This time is coming. The sun grows stronger.
So do I.

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