Tuesday, August 1, 2017

THE HUNT

I am the Savannah
I am stalking my prey
I am the huntress
This is my way

You are so smooth
As you walk through the trees
But one little strike
And you’re brought to your knees

You are the water
You are drinking my well
You are the hunted
Watching me swell

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