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About This Poem
The Zebra
Zebra, Zebra! During flight
In avenues of black and white
Exhausted in a dead heat run
Prey the prize is not yet won
What beastly pride and what dart
Will circumcise thy heavy heart
No sanctuary! No retreat!
In the never ending heat
Lions seek your gaited track
Established grounds for their attack
What hungry lion's downwind s'ent?
What course? What mane event?
Behind the heard and nearly lame
In the open and fair game
You dodged the last safari crew
Or you'd be safely in a zoo
A lion didn't get you first
You didn't stop to quench your thirst
And though yours was a valiant flight
A poacher had you in his sight
Zebra, Zebra! During flight
In avenues of black and white
The hungry lion after you
Is now the poacher's trophy too
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