[Poetry] Chasing

Chasing

Love like a lion

Charging through the tall grass

Hunting and hungry

The beloved as prey

has no choice but

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to turn and run away

but if you stop

and become still

allowing the heaving breath

to steady and slip

into a relaxed rhythm

magically and out of the blue

like the kitchen cat arrives

to land in your lap

with wholehearted adoration

the beloved comes to you