Run gazelle, run
for it's no fun
to feast
on boar or
sluggish wildebeest
when I can have my long-limbed nimble one.
Leap gazelle, leap
Oh, my claws will rip you deep
yet I won't weep, though you'll then rot -
for long after
hyena laughter,
your memory will keep.
50-word poem, artwork etc. by Lisa Falzon
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