Written 4-2-2018 had only one comment
The lion creeps in slowly, stealthily, hyper vigilant, alert. Her focus on her cubs, wanting them to eat blood red meat tonight. A young shaky gazelle, stares into the tall grass. Fear pounds in his heart, he's ready to take flight. He's heard of the bone-eating smackers who come out at this time of day. Startled when he realizes how late it has become, and he is alone. Fearing what he does not know, and hopes to never meet, he starts forward. Large yellow eyes with a black inset in place of a soul is upon him now. The cubs will eat tonight. Written. 4-2-2018. Contest. what Your Poem Needs Is Love Sweet Love sponsor. Michelle Faulkner
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