First Hunt
Her velvet ears lie list'ning,
Her eyes with excitement shine,
Her tiny nose is glist'ning,
Her voice emits a low whine.
What is this strange creation
That is crouching in the grass?
Her tail's slow oscillation
Betrays nervous eagerness.
At last she leaps agilely
To descend upon her prey...
She's left with the memory
Of the one that got away.
by Erin McCarty.
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