you, broke

you broke into my house and tarnished all my things,
took little money, grabbed silver  and my golder rings;
your paws in gloves so thick, unused to bring toghether
the thumb, the middle and the wise forefinger,
displaced, alike, dark lexicon or file
and  left a scent, your fear, in my house to linger.

Moon

Who can feel the other side-and the moon is round-
It takes ear, it takes eye, hidden ear, hidden eye
Casting shadows light, make the spheres sound...
-Sometimes moon is gone, somewhere else to shine.

hunting

the hunter stretched his bow-a smile across his  cheek,
-the object of desire was walking down the wave-
to rob her of her  freedom and make this creature  meek,
the archer was prepared keen arrows to release,
not knowing that such prey would turn him 'to a slave.