Polly

Writings and Witterings

Caught

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Caught.
In the periphery of vision,
The glimpse of a shadow,
The ghost of
A dark shape,
Hooded and silent.
The swift, fleeting glance in
The rush past a window,
A chill at the chest’s core,
Breathtaking.
Caught.

Polly Robinson © 2012

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