miss honest

A tiny seed bottled inside, once broke out into a poem. The poetess loved it so much that even the spelling mistakes were spared.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Anomaly

Seconds dragged one minute, then another.
The lion waited; so did the prey.
There was no way to run.
And no hunger to kill.
Time moved on;
Clocks ticked on without fail.
Then the moment came,
The hare closed its eyes,
The lion took a leap.
Two more seconds.
Eyes opened, astonished
The hare searched for the lion.

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