An Abecedarian Poem: The Hunt

A gazelle shrieks, her voice loud-
Bitten by a lion,crazed and proud.
Craving life, she darts away,
Daylight fading, for darkness she prays.
Evil and fierce, the lion charges on,
Following her every move, she was his pawn.
Growling behind her, he becomes irate,
Her life he desired, he could no longer wait.
In a dire manner she follows her path,
Jumping and leaping to escape his wrath.
Kind and gentle, the gazelle is fazed,
Lost as to why the lion is so crazed.
Madly, the lion lets out a roar,
Never willing to lose a war.
Over fallen trees she bounds,
Path unclear, her heart pounds.
Quickly, she passes out of the lion’s sight,
Realizing that she could hide and avoid the fight.
Soon, he stops and catches her smell,
Teeth exposed, his chest began to swell.
Unsure of an escape, she remains in place,
Valuing her last moments before the final chase.
Wailing in anger, he knows she will not be found,
Xanthic fur matted, he paws at the ground.
Yelping once, he gives up for the day,
Zig-zagging away from his beloved prey.