In a breath

sorenbarrett

From a distance a baby tetters on the edge
A tiny body toddles on a high window ledge
A cat ready to pounce on a baby sparrow
A child in the path of a runaway arrow

 

Too late to act, worse still to yell
Watching death run its course in a spell
A clock turned to ice, in the tic of a breath
Running in time's tar, out of reach life or death

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Online Online)
  • Published: August 9th, 2026 03:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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