Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Color Poem- Narrative

Stalking through the canopy

Gliding through the branches

Shifting and tense

The Prey has been spotted

It freezes

Pounce

It feels nothing

One less hungry day
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3 comments:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 8, 2017 at 8:40 AM

    This made me smile, I like the story you told here :)

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 8, 2017 at 8:54 AM

    Wow, Garrett! This is great. Very impressed.

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  3. Hayley FraserOctober 1, 2017 at 6:26 PM

    The eyes in that image!

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