deannaart Posted May 27, 2009 Report Share Posted May 27, 2009 The lion spots the gazelle From shortly across the way he silently follows it around Throughout the long hot day Muscles tense and ready to pounce He tails the gazelle turn for turn The lion hides in the deep grass Consumed by lust, his eyes burn His need for the gazelle has grown Into an unhealthy obsession He now must have his prey Lest he fall into depression The gazelle finally catches on And begins to run full speed The lion instantly springs forward Furiously chasing his need The gazelle makes it to safety Much to the lion's dismay But surely, he'll be back For this gazelle is now his prey Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Guest Posted May 27, 2009 Report Share Posted May 27, 2009 a stalker and/or killer Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 deannaart Posted May 27, 2009 Author Report Share Posted May 27, 2009 a stalker and/or killer Exactly right! I had a feeling this one was real obvious. It was stuck in my head for days, though, so I finally had to write it. Great lob MrsP!Stalker Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Guest Posted May 27, 2009 Report Share Posted May 27, 2009 Exactly right! I had a feeling this one was real obvious. It was stuck in my head for days, though, so I finally had to write it. Great lob MrsP!Stalker It was very well written. The poetry of it is fabulous. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 deannaart Posted May 27, 2009 Author Report Share Posted May 27, 2009 It was very well written. The poetry of it is fabulous. Why, thank you for the kind words. Maybe after some rest, I'll come out with something a little more challenging. Till then, happy riddling! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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The lion spots the gazelle
From shortly across the way
he silently follows it around
Throughout the long hot day
Muscles tense and ready to pounce
He tails the gazelle turn for turn
The lion hides in the deep grass
Consumed by lust, his eyes burn
His need for the gazelle has grown
Into an unhealthy obsession
He now must have his prey
Lest he fall into depression
The gazelle finally catches on
And begins to run full speed
The lion instantly springs forward
Furiously chasing his need
The gazelle makes it to safety
Much to the lion's dismay
But surely, he'll be back
For this gazelle is now his prey
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