Honors Literature (Freshmen)
12/07/09
You jump gracefully
from rock to rock,
barely touching the ground.
Running uphill, fast.
Your soft pads,
slowly catching up with the heavy hoofbeats.
The mouth of the doomed deer froths.
He cannot keep it up much longer.
You keep running, your flanks and forelegs
Rippling with muscle.
You pounce!
The deer's flank is left with four
scored claw marks.
You pounce!
The deer wriths under your grip
Your head jerks forward,
snapping the neck of the helpless deer.
The puma cubs will eat well.
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