He entered,
A jungle cat
stalking its prey.
Couples dancing on
hard wood stopped,
shocked into quiet
as deafening as a
concert hall becomes
before the roaring applause.
But he noticed none.
Instead, as though
replaced by an eagle's,
his eyes honed in
On her.
Monday, January 1, 2007
The Target by DSDragon
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