Stripes

Stripes.
snarling snapping
maw
sharp tooth
serrated claw

Pacing pads
land soft.
on smooth stone
polished by his passing
worn surface wet and shining.
Reflections, sun and sky

Closing time,
he stares past
the steel and glass
towards his jungle home

Sentence served
shackled there
eight to four
for meat and drink.
and the price of
ink and paper

a weeks pacing
writing stories
of corporate mating
to buy free-time
Sunday
all eaten
at one sitting.

-dave kavanagh

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