Predator Poem by Patti Masterman

Predator



Then say you, how do you know
if a face is really friendly
or just a predator on the prowl-
is that a sneer or a smile?

If a real actor can wear
a thousand different expressions
in the space of a single day,

If the lover can jilt without thought,
Because feeling your pain
Is not his chosen prerogative,

Keep your knowledge to yourself
At least for a little longer-
Make sure he is only playing games
And not closing in for the kill.

Thursday, August 11, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: games
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