WAITING, WAITING
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a poem I wrote...um...sometime around 1991. The copy I have in front of me says "Feb. 1, 1991, Third copy," meaning I copied it from an earlier one. I seem to remember that I came up with this poem and wrote it down on a restaurant placemat. Uh-huh.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, Silently contemplating, How far to go, (How can he know?) To reach that gazelle out there. Waiting, waiting, waiting, Teeth & claws both grating, Poised, rigid and still, About to make his kill, Eyes fixed in a cold stare. Going, going, going, Gazelle has no way of knowing, Where the roaring is from, Not smart and so dumb, So he looks about to find out where. Chasing, chasing, chasing! Gazelle's heart is racing! Enveloped in fear, Starting right here, Ending at the lion coming from over there. Jumping, jumping, jumping! Gazelle's heart is thumping! Trying to flee, To get to safety, But the question is--safety--where? Proud, proud, proud! Lion roars out loud! Standing over his kill, About to eat his fill-- Proud lion and cold stare.
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