I stopped grazing
when i got aware
of a silent rumble
in the far away distance
I was surprised
when the rumble
got louder and louder
getting nearer
coming toward me
I got worried
when i saw
the cloud of dust
in the distance
I grew scared
when i saw
the stampede
approaching me
in great haste
I became frightened
when and while
the stampede
passed me by
I was very relieved
as giving no looks
like just ignoring
not showing interest
in me at all
I shiver, a bullet grazes
'Body of no interest' © Rob Knetsch 2013
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