The first poem I wrote, aged 10.
Running after prey a deer at hand in my sight. Ambush plan.
Hide like water next to water with eyes like the red ball.
The victim comes I pounce so high, and then the chase.
So fast am I, so slow the victim. An unfair catch.
Then the enemy comes. Poachers…
As fast as lightning I sprint away running for my own life.
As scared as can be I run into the lion’s den.
A gun shot. My leg missed!
Then I hide. My life at risk.
But the enemy retreats,
I live again to Burn Once More.