Dinner

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A poem about an animal, can you guess which one?

Confident that I am downwind,
undetected by my dinner,

I sit and stare at my prey,
watching and waiting.

Hidden in the long grass,
creeping ever so slowly.

Once I am within a few strides,
I break my cover and charge.

He runs.
I pounce.

My sharp claws extend,
thrust into his throat.

His spine cracks loudly,
as I sink in my canines,
ever so slowly.

Dragging his lifeless body out of sight,
I start with his hind.

66 pounds later,
I cover him with leaves.

Returning every night,
continuing to feed.

His skin and hair,
help with my digestion.

I continue to feed and get my fill,
long after the meat begins to rot.

After several nights of exquisite dining,
nothing but bones remain.

dinner

Thank you so much for taking the time out of your undoubtedly busy day to read this!

Don’t forget to check out my blog, http://terrimbraun.com/ and follow me on twitter @terrimariebraun to see more of my work.

Later days,

Terri

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