My legs soar as I bound
across the desert.
My gazelle is terrified
bounding back and forth.
I can keep up with it
for now.
But endurance has never been my strong suit.
And my prey
gets away
again.
I sigh
and turn back to my home.
But soon
I have to run again
for the poacher's truck
is coming.
And if anyone is listening--
help us, the cheetahs,
before it's too late.
--Rachel M.
across the desert.
My gazelle is terrified
bounding back and forth.
I can keep up with it
for now.
But endurance has never been my strong suit.
And my prey
gets away
again.
I sigh
and turn back to my home.
But soon
I have to run again
for the poacher's truck
is coming.
And if anyone is listening--
help us, the cheetahs,
before it's too late.
--Rachel M.