Shadowy Night Moves (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)

Reviewed on February 23, 2008

This is gorgeous! The visuals are so crisp - simply a beautifully-expressed piece.

Reviewed on February 19, 2008

...and we can hear the soft purr of the waiting one for its meal to come bay...
Very well done!!!

Georg

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

What beautiful, pearcing eyes that cat has. Has an inspriationally eerie feel, but oh how it rings true the cycle of life....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

I would hate to run from one of those cats. I would be
so dead.
Thanks for your thrilling write Eileen Tiger Cat
With love
Ron

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

I wanna pway with the kittie kats...Rufuz

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

...and they never make a sound. Isn't it an awesome way the big cats slueth by and don't even crack a branch.
Wow!
love and blessings,
Susan

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

The prey and the predator. Life's cycle takes on a mystical quality with the setting of the sun. "Mythical midnights". Forest of dark. Green eyes fixed on your every move. Pumas at their game of selective chess. This is the stuff of a great poem. Thanks for this one. Jon Michael willey

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

My, this gave me goose bumps,, the title, the photo, the story came alive,, just superb!!!

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

happy Valentines day Eileen, sounds like Baltimore city, the asphalt jungle. Go out at night around here you may not make it back home. very intriquing mysterious piece. hugs

Reviewed by Barbara Smith

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

Eileen, I caught myself tiptoeing through the darkness as the misty moisture of the foliage slapped my face, causing me pain. I continued my journey unti I saw the green eyes starring me directly in the eyes and then I ran like heck! Oh, the great descriptive images you've brought to life in this writing. This would make an interesting childrens book...I'd love to see all these fantastic images in a book for children and to see their eyes to open wide...loved every line in this poem.

Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

Quiet the suspensful write, ET! I love this.
Becca~

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

You have recreated and shared the atmosphere of the forest very effectively, Eileen. Thank you for sharing. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

...you have given many images...perhaps of other shadows also...ones within the city walls...eyes in darkness...to pounce...from alleys of another forest...suspense.
excellent poetry Eileen...
John

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

Ah, you have gone over to the dark, dark side with this one, my friend . . . I like this venturing out into the outer reaches of the soul . . . Good . . . Very . . .

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

Well done, the jungle of life, I felt like that wee mouse in there, but what the heck, the cat comes for us all some day, don't it. I liked the adventure of reading it> Blessings! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

Nicely written. Lady J

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

I loved this Eileen! great as usual,
...Dear Talented One ;)

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

and such is a piece of life--well written words that speak of beauty as well as reality

Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

Oh, how this poem captures the imagination with the thrill of intrigue and anticipiation; wondering what the deep darkness will present. Beautifully penned; great images in pic and your words, my friend!

Micke

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

The call of the wild and an appetite that must be fed.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

Chilling, but excellent, poem you've penned, Eileen! BRAVA, extremely well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

A wonderful write though I think I'll stay in when the cats come out to play Eileen. I just get the feeling I would like their kind of playtime. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

Oh that poor mouse. Love cats though. Great poem. It took me right into the Shadowy night along with you. Wonderful write. Love, Bonnie

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

Chillingly effective, Eileen, well done! You pen the reader as if they are the prey - excellent.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

Yikes, and what makes this spookier, is I just clicked on your poem, it was a diffo one, yet came on to this one...

Hmmm, so many love pussy cats, yet if a cat was the size of a big doggie, i wonder if they'd be so loved.

When I watched my pussys you could see the likeness to the big cats...

the haunting feeling in this is most clever......

and i'm about to sling this laptop, cos it sure tries ones patience...