Thursday, May 17, 2012

The Target remains unaware, though I grow closer by the day.  He fancies himself a lion, mane and all, a fierce defender of the people he 'loves.'  If that is the case, then I am the hunter.  His hide will make a beautiful rug for my sitting room.

27 days.


  1. I'm oddly fascinated by your poetic style of writing, Whitecrow.

    You should add a follower widget here, so I can follow your blog without needing to go through your profile, damnit. -.-

    1. Ah, but you could end up inadvertently warning my Target, and I can't have that now, can I?