Rotated

The one chasing
Like a captor after prey...
Is only in it for the hunt,
Like one on the prowl...
Seeking to exhaust a fresh stunt,
Used to amuse
And display in play.
Although obvious and tired,
Are tactics employed...
No one can tell the one hunting,
Actions rotated are actions that annoy.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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