Dinner is served.

She crawls

Belly to the floor,

Stealthily, slowly, one step

Two steps, drawing closer evermore.

Her eyes focussed, her ears flat, closer

and closer, silent, steadfast

Soon it will be hers

Her meal at last.

Grasses part,

With her next step.

Just one more, two more

 A blink of her eyes, a beat of her heart.

A lioness leaps tis the moment she knows,

Will she take him, fell him, capture her Roe?

The deer takes a leap, a turn, he can outrun the cat,

But she has him, holds him with claws, her teeth in his back.

Her cubs will feast for some time that’s for sure,

While the lioness sleeps for a while, maybe more.



  1. imanikel · February 20, 2015

    Your concrete poetry had an animal shape and looked like a sitting lion or something…did i get it? great imagery.


    • carajalexander · February 20, 2015

      I confess that I hadn’t even thought of it looking like an animal. I thought that it looked a little like a vase – large pot etc. Ha ha – thank you for the idea. Love it.

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