The smile was wider than a Cheshire cat
The arms swung with ease
The gait was as one of a familiar friend’s
The eyes betrayed every move
With saucers of a predator
The body moved smoothly by
The soul had no appetite for me
I was not supple or young enough
The man stiff with pride walked on
This was his domain
He had marked his territory
A small spray at regular intervals
Leading to his office
Some saw the smile, the arms, the gait
The body, the soul, even the stiffness
I saw the saucers and smelled the spray
I ran to save my children
But I could not
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