to a coil of razor-wire

Intricate, spiral-coiled

weave of sharp edges

perched on your fence-nest,

a complexly-wound,

distrusting silhouette

against an unaware sky:

Alone, the patient antagonist

waiting for prey

dividing the openness,

helpless nature around you --

If I didn't approach you

you'd have no purpose

© Jon Bohrn (1998)