for time slips innocuously by
whispering in the corners like a forgotten teddy bear
telling lies to all who take a moment to listen
it whispers in the trees
belying the futility of resistance
brushing skin with the softest of grazes
like a large house cat stalking prey
not realizing that it is the prey
that silent hunter of all that breathes
and heaven can't wait to see you


I don't know, the mental image amused me.
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