Mortality stalks me
like a doe in the forest
searching for ‘mother’

A flash – a glance
not quite there- but there
hidden among the trees

When I move- it moves
mirroring my steps
so near – so far
edging ever

from my eye’s corner
watching unfolding time
for when

….it steps forward

©Vivian Zems

Flash 55- a poem in just 55 words/Poetry Pantry #411