This is one of the writing topics I wrote about, which is a poem.
Foxes
Running, jumping through the hills.
Fast and unseen.
Hunting for food, sneaking through woods.
Sly and elusive, hiding in the slender grass.
Quick, and stealthy through the fields.
Looking for prey to eat.
Prey aren’t safe, they aren’t alone.
Foxes roaming around, and when they find a target.
Behind, you can hear the snarling of your predator.
And before you have the chance to look behind you.
You are already dead.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Please structure your comments as follows:
Positive - Something done well
Thoughtful - A sentence to let us know you actually read/watched or listened to what they had to say
Helpful - Give some ideas for next time or ask a question you want to know more about