The Lion and The GazelleA Poem by Kimberly Yvette
He patiently waits for her in the dead of the night.
This beast with hungry eyes, And a look without a fright. With just a clench of his jaw, His strength is too much. He pins her face down and begins to have lunch.
© 2017 Kimberly YvetteAuthor's Note
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