Observing the way she strolled down the walk

He watched her like a fiendish hawk

The way her body and buttocks did sway

Increased the need for him to stay

Stalking her like a beast tracks its kill

She began to feel the cold sinister chill

She trusted her gut and ran swiftly away

Before he had the chance to strike her that day


Written by, Michelle Cook

Poem prompt – Buttocks

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