• Hugh Loxdale


Time, that sinewy tiger,

Half-hidden from its prey,

Stalks the unwary victim

Relentless through night and day.

Across marsh, plain and jungle,

From the cradle to any age,

From the sickly to the fittest

All must fear its rage.

Lurking amidst the shadows,

Banished from conscious mind,

A creature that obeys no rules,

Gives no quarter of any kind.

And when it is least expected,

Suddenly from out of the blue,

Its ephemeral form is realized:

Beware, its prey is you.

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