A Hunter’s Call
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Emily Kenworthy, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2009
Across the open plain,
The atmosphere is still.
There is an expectation,
Anticipation.
A cat-dog creature lurks.
He stalks his prey alone.
Within talls grasses he stands,
Watching, waiting, with plans.
A sudden burst of speed,
A cat’s pounce, attacks prey.
Unaware, helpless, falled,
A feed he’s been given.
The day is done, the hunter has won.