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Transforming The Predator

A poem by Mary Dawson

My shadow falls on you
in the bathtub
You startle dash
I have smashed
all your ancestors
Why must I now
cold and nude
run down the stairs
and out the door
heeding my desire
to save all life

Legs gangling
like hair on a bald head
your low-slung body
zigzags   swerves
into my silk-like
plastic bag

Outdoors
you scurry off
to spin your silken web
entrap your prey
As I free mine
a fresh splendour
surrounds
the earth we share

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