Jungle Justice
The leopard
spies her prey
from the bush she is hiding in,
half in, half out.
She pounces,
then plays.
It plays dead, scurries, runs
to no avail.
My small black leopard
my kitty
kills a mouse.
September 25, 2009
© Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2009-10-12 at 00:43
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