Код Поэзии - Обернись

You creep closer
Sure I'm your prey
Soft silent steps on padded paws
The tip of the tail gives a quiver
Body wound tight
Unsheathed claws
I could walk away
I know how
But I don't run
Not then
Not now
You call it a hunt
You're chasing a goal
Think this prize will fill a hole
But I'm the voice in your head
Your shadow on the wall
You think you're closing in on me