Perfect Prey by L. K. Thayer

 

 

no doctor in the world could find her ill at ease

no sedative would calm, her desperate pleas

all eyes would fall upon her stare & stumble on her

waiting, for a vulnerable move

what’s the use nothing to lose

no stalker could refuse

easy target for the arrow

chill the bone down to the marrow

she was perfect prey, come what may

she was perfect prey

in the mornin’ had no reason to wake up for

killin’ season didn’t start ’til daylight turned to dark

swallowed her pride, on the inside she’d hide

from herself, no one heard her cryin’

what’s the use nothing to lose

no stalker could refuse

easy target for the arrow

chill the bone down to the marrow

she was perfect prey, come what may

she was perfect prey


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Lisa Thayer

Music by Brian BecVar

Photo by Sandra Carlson

All Rights Reserved

© 1987

 

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7 comments

  1. stevie · December 7, 2010

    I love this Lisa. You keep it on the edge. A powerful dose of Thayer Mania. I love it.

    • lkthayer · December 7, 2010

      Just trying to keep up with you Stevie! 🙂

  2. Levy Lee Simon · December 7, 2010

    Lisa,
    You are so deep and beautiful. Thank you for sharing “Perfect Prey.” And I love the picture. It’s just as poetic.

    • lkthayer · December 7, 2010

      It takes one to know one…thank you so much Levy. – Lisa

  3. Lordy · December 8, 2010

    Prey this is perfect!!

    • lkthayer · December 8, 2010

      Awwww!! Sweet! 🙂
      Sent on the Now Network from my Sprint® BlackBerry

  4. Angela · December 9, 2010

    Whew–this piece is absolutely marvelous.

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