Mortality lurks behind like some skittery cat
Looking for scraps, shying away with a look,
Hiding in the shadows.
Slinking back in dogged pursuit
With its threadbare hide,
Greedy, low moan yowl
Always willing to take another bite,
Another swipe, wearing down its prey.
Stubborn bastard,
Always willing to take another step
Down the incline.
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