Elusive
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Grace Hack, Grade 5
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Poetry
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2018
Tracking the scent of its prey, it crouches, ready to pounce
Streaks of orange glisten through the leaves, then reveals black
If you look into its eyes it pries into your thoughts
Do not run nor hide, it is curious of you and you of it
It is a crime to kill them just for their skin; it’s sadness, not a trophy!
To see it is the true prize, not it’s outsides.
It’s tail like a whip, orange but black striped
It’s paws as big as your hands, claws that kill come out at night
Growling maliciously, it`s sure to make you frightened
That’s why it’s beautifully elusive.