Marckincia Jean Poet Narrative

Run

Run

Few places to hide 
In the African wild
A struggle to survive 
On an open range
Where predators reside 
 Day-old young 
are sacrificed 
Their mothers licks 
Warm milk , calls and scent 
Cannot keep them alive 

Their fresh odor
Attracts their foe
The fawn can run but so far 
The cheetah, skilled runner and hunter
Hides behind bushes and pastures
Ever so gently and calculated 
It  draws in close
And paces to its target 
It’s bites are sharp and deep
The fawn is dead 
Her young are fed

A herd of wilder-beast come to drink 
A crocodile, submerged in the swamp arises
Aporoaches them with a chomping  mouth 
Scaring them off
A short time passes
And the crocodile awaits their return
Grabs the calf and shakes it in the water
The wilder-beasts carry on




Marckincia Jean
Narrative 
07/19/19

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