Marauding Grasp https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/87325236/posts/3453923142 A poised and calm chiseled, exterior, she portrayed, In her head, a flurry of activity, all frayed, She played along, thinking on her feet, His diabolic heart, cloaked in dripping graciousness replete, She did read; biding time, was her game, Till the opportune moment came, To escape, the big marauding cat, on a dare, To trap an unsuspecting prey ( so he thought ), in his snare. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Fantastic take on the prompt Usha. Thanks for joining in with this intriguing story LikeLiked by 1 person
Fantastic take on the prompt Usha. Thanks for joining in with this intriguing story
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Thank you Sadje. Intriguing picture.
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You’re welcome
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Great poem, Usha!
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Thank you so much Chris.
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That’s such an amazing take, Usha! Excellent.
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Thank you so much, Poonam.
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My pleasure.
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Thank you Sadje, for linking my post. Appreciate the opportunity.
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An intriguing piece😊
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Thank you.
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I loved the opening line.
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Thank you for your kind comment. Appreciate it. Thank you for stopping by.
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Oh this is fantastic Usha!
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Thanks for stopping by and the appreciative comment.
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My pleasure 🙂
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I felt like a ghost’s hand was approaching, ready to take me by the neck 🙂
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Marauding grasp …..by Usha
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Love this
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Thank you Sania.
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