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On a predatory tip

by  lexi2807

Posted: Monday, March 7, 2005
Word Count: 63
Summary: Jago is my son, my own little weapon of mass destruction!







At my godly command from the top of the stairs he stops,
And looks.
Fear in his eyes, poised for the kill.
Will he pounce I wonder?

The seconds are hours as I wait.

He is weighing up his options I think.

He moves now like a cat as I leap to save my mobile from a fate worse than water damage: Jago.