Of Late Afternoon reflective Poetry...

"This town ain't big enough for the both of us."
The look you shot me...
It was a Harpoon disguised as a gaze...
I watch the thoughts hidden behind your head race...
Am I taking something away?
As I try to determine...
Which of us is the lioness and which is
The gazelle with the broken leg...
You hiss
I laugh
"Here Kitty, kitty... this town ain't big enough for the both of us."

can't it all be like this mama?