I am prey

• Deanna Leonard, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2004

Lost in the wilderness,
Wary of wandeing predators,
I tiptoe around street corners,
Moving slowly on the wilderness bed.
The moon is my awakening.
The night, my pride and my despair.
I am hunting for subtance.
I am watched.
The honking horns are the lioness'cry,
Strong, proud, forceful.
I lurk against the shadows
Worse than a scavenger
Too scared to return to the lair empty handed.
Protection is never secure.
The predators are never scared to attack
They're everywhere, even among my own.