The RunnerA Poem by E.V. BlackA lithe tiger after her prey.Ere she springs, muscles coil and tighten, listening for the one sound. Everything is still her heart races, waiting.
BANG!
Then, a lithe tiger after her prey, she takes off. © 2011 E.V. BlackAuthor's Note
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Added on February 23, 2011 Last Updated on April 2, 2011 Tags: the runner a lithe tiger after h AuthorE.V. BlackAboutMy name is E.V. Black and I am honored that you have decided to peruse my profile. I started my writing career at a young age and have been writing for a very long time. I write in practically every f.. more..Writing
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