Kneel and Prey

(A bit of Micropoetry.)

Kneel and Prey

Hunted.
Trapped.
Crisis unbridled.
Situation unrivaled.
Earless to my pleas;
Drops me to my knees.
Vengeance.
From where do I prey?

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