I am Quick

Another poem written in my class... Enjoy!

Quick

Cunning

Sly

Each muscle is tense, they almost snap.

I see him.

He senses danger.

Will he run?

The night hides me admiringly.

Am I destined to do this?

A sharp pain in my stomach shouts yes.

I am quick.

He is gone.

Reviews

[Elvina CZq]

Your poem just create the picture of a night creature in my head as I was reading this. I really like like like this a lot!! :)

[Emily B]

You are quick! And this is nice . . .

wonderful work I'm glad to read