Prowlers
We slink
Together
Around corners
And under doorways
Eyes dancing
As we peer around
The wall to grin at
Each other
Bare feet scamper
Across tile and wet
Hardwood
A mess we'll clean
Later maybe not
Against the wall
I press my back
Out of breath and
Teeth gleaning in the
Sun as I wait for you
To jump around
The corner any minute
Now and with the speed
Of snakes you slither
And with the legs of a
Puma you pounce
Baring sharp teeth hot
Breath and dull claws
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