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The hunted

Walking in hearing
water running
She's waiting for me
Slowly, quietly I go
Up the stairs she waits for me
Not knowing I am on the prowl
She is my prey just waiting for me
to catch her.
Vulnerable she is waiting not knowing
just yet
Door knob slowly turns
door creeks
Soft noises escape from her
She tenses
Not knowing what is waiting
what is creeping up on her
Slowly wait just watching her
She stops listens
Does she hear me can she sense me?
She knows I am coming the hunter
After his prey
Still she waits not knowing
what is to come......
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