Saturday mornings,

My favourite time to kill

I crouch in the undergrowth 

Watching, waiting

Then he comes along,

Tall, muscular,handsome

My type of man

He jogs by, 

His every Saturday jog

Humming his favourite song, 

A routine I have come to know

I jog along

He turns,

Waves, 

I wave back,

Chuckle,

Little did he know,

I let him relish it

His last Saturday jog.

Compiled by Olorunfemi

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9 thoughts on “​BEAUTIFUL STALKER

  1. Beautiful poem. I won’t totally agree with u saying the end was abrupt, just say u want more… it’s the whole idea.. to make u ask for more… stay tuned 💟💟

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