Be Very Quiet

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 

Be very quiet.
Tip toe.
Try not to make a sound.

The prophets are watching you
                  like a lion stalks her prey.
They’re searching for those
                  ready to become the feast.

Some prophets appear
                  like an oncoming train.
Others are more subtle
                  like one drink too many.

You will know mealtime has come
when the prophets make a toast
                  to your fearless nature,
                  to your good health,
                  wishing you bon voyage!

I don’t know what happens next.
I’ve been silent and in hiding.
The prophets are watching me.

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This poem was written on October 29, 2025.