By They Pass

By they pass,
I see them not
I stand, alone, unwelcomed
their world, their cliques
are foreign soil
Liberated by exclusion

Grainy flashes;
colours pass
seen askance, like shadows
Snap them while
they study me
Though shooting, I’m not looking

They fear lone wolves
though I am not
I’m alpha lion, outcast
I watch the flock
as predator,
long-since bored with prey

By they pass,
I hunt them still
delight in how they fear me


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