Gazelle

This is my attempt at a 'free verse' poem, about the Thomson's Gazelle that is well known in Kenya. I have a deep affection for this herbivore. In my adolescence, I stroked the face of one of them.

Gazelle

 

 

Antlers in a pair

pointing up, then back

A slender face it slopes forward

with black lines each side

The graceful creature roams

across the savanna plains

that grows high to the knees

Slender gazelle, so tender

as it grazes on the grass

When danger is sensed, it runs

and runs and runs. It cannot 

always escape, the predators

in hiding.  A beauty of 

the grasslands, it will be

missed if it dies.  No day,

no night is safe

from predators hungry, wild

Yet the gazelle lives on

its graceful form forever

etched in annals of history

 

Author's Note

What do you think of the use of language?

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Gazelle'
Hasan,
Life is at times bitter, and I found a bit of identifying with this tender creature. Just as life holds no guarantees. We do not always have the power to affect outcome or to give solace or an easy way to ourselves or others. Life for creatures of the wild is a brittle and hard thing.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Hasan669]

Fully agree with you, Kathy. In fact I wrote this poem to highlight how vulnerable and at the same time so graceful the Thomson's Gazelle happens to be. Thank you for seeing what the idea behind this poem is. Best regards from Hasan

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Wow such a tender beautiful poem like the gentle creature deserves, you described it very nicely and poetically. Kudos.
Lucky you touched one. Would luv to be friends with dears and gazelles.