It's a tangle
a bramble
a briar patch
a thicket
a web
with thorns
lots of thorns
I am tangled up
my horns
caught
trapped
knotted up
I pull and struggle
I paw the ground
I twist
this way and that
to no avail
night is coming
the wolves are howling
I am the prey
they know it
I know it
and now
so do you
Philadelphia, Pa. 2016
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
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