Screech

Night prowlers got big eyes,ears that turn like dishescatching on some radio sign -distress or misstep on a twig. I woke to the garbled rageof cats in a thrashover borders or a breached fence - vicious - like a bad sentencemisread as subject and objecttangle for dominion. I woke to a turf war,a scrap over... Continue Reading →

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