As a word of explanation, this is a poem that I wrote for a creative writing class. I turned it in, thinking it was incomplete. The next time we met, a few days later, the teacher asked me if she could publish it in the school's writing magazine! I also entered it into the college's writing competition and received second place for it, meaning it will go on to the state level! Unfortunately, I'll have to wait until February to hear about those results. Until then I'd encourage you to comment, and I hope you will enjoy this.
The Hunter
She sits, some would say, as
quietly as a mouse,
But the mouse is in the sweep of
her gaze.
Her spine is stiff, now she
prepares
To suddenly leap upon her prey
Her tail whips back and forth again
She lies very still so as not to be
seen
And while the mouse seems surely
caught
It may not happen as it’s been
deemed
For then a sound tickles her ear
The grass grows under her feet,
If only for a moment
Copyright Jackson Kerr, 2012
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