The Lion And The Gazelle Poem by Annie Long

Quieter than silence,
But deadly as night,
The fields are full of violence,
For alas there is a fight,
It is a tiring race,
Making it a sight,
As the lion pursues the chase,
One with power,
One with grace,
The predator only shows its need to devour,
As for the gazelle only time can tell,
They dance on the field,
Time passes from the hour,
Looking back the prey tripped and fell,
Sharp teeth were than revealed,
Trying to get up with all its might,
Inevitably it marked the end of the gazelle.