^_~-^_~-^_~-^_~-^_~- Senses

^_~-I am still
^_~-^_~-and quietly hear the soft click
and scrape of a pawn
^_~-I am still
^_~-^_~-and Reverently Touch the cold
shapes of my dead
^_~-I am still
^_~-^_~-and cautiously inhale the fragrance
of the crushed flowers and damp mossy earth by The stream
^_~-I am still
^_~-^_~-yet with feral anticipation taste blood
and Hunt my enemies
^_~-I am still
^_~-^_~-So the cool springs of mind
reveal the wider horizon
^_~-I am still
^_~-^_~-and look so Tentatively for the Eyes of a Friend
shaded and Deep pools that
^_~-^_~-^_~-shine softly with a warm
^_~-^_~-^_~-^_~_~-and comforting
^_~-^_~-^_~-^_~-^_~_~-yet painful
^_~-^_~-^_~-^_~-^_~-^_~-In Their shielded recess
^_~-^_~-^_~-^_~-^_~-^_~_~-Light of calm happiness