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On The Move
A lioness is on the move
She is stalking her prey,
Tries to do her best
By not letting it get away.
She runs through tall grasses
Fastly approaches her food,
An antelope hops in the air
It is scared and on the move.
The lioness has tried all day
To catch her meal,
She has babies to feed
This kind of life, is real.
The lioness pounces in the air
Goes in, for the attack,
She takes it down quickly
Sticks her claws, into the antelope's back.
She feasts on her kill
As she has her little ones to feed,
She's satisfied with the job she's done
Gives her the nutrition she needs.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.22/2006
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