Antelopes are graceful as the wind through the savanna grass,
No one can understand that they don't go slow; they live fast.
They sprint majesticly through the fields,
Exemplary speed for an exemplary creatue, especially because they don't yield.
Luminescent are its eyes in the night; before hyenas take it down, it puts up a good fight.
Orange colors make them take flight; after they are caught, they see the life-taking light.
Potential speed built up, then broken down, along with a hyena's dreadful sound.
Eagerness is not enough, sometimes blood will flow, and they will be found.
Copyright © Destiny Lawson | Year Posted 2017
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