We who hold the bait, tempt you, wait for you, blind,
to sniff the air, reach for it, then we withdraw our hand,
watch you grasp the air, laugh silently at you, hungrier
now, your long pause of confusion, angry music
so soundless, unheard silences unsweet, for we
step backward soundlessly, as you long and wonder
where we are, then forget us, turn instead to seek shelter,
wounded animal skittering down the alleyway, bumping into boxes,
the rubbish bins where you will sleep,
go hungry again tonight because of our cruelty to you,
the meek animal that you are, I know,
how you feel for us, although you cannot see us,
how you will dream, waitful you live long to find us gone,
unpenitent grave men who have inherited the earth.
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Today’s word is
dream
Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece as a comment below. I would love to read it : )