Poem by Joseph Timmons

 

In the tall grass

On the hard plains

Lays the big cat

Stalking, waiting

For its prey

Hungry and ready to pounce

Breathing, heavy and labored

Has not slept, for days

Has not eaten, for days

Has not seen prey, for days

The game has moved on, to lush green valleys

Yet nobody has told, this great hunter

So it waits, furred skin taunt and close against rib and to bone

So hungry, it knows no other life

It will stay and wait, and die someday unmoved

Starved, yet proud

Jungle hunter

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