Pride (an acrostic poem)

Prowling along the street with his boys

Richard felt like they were lions on the hunt

It made him swell with thoughts of importance

Defiant of the rules of the urban jungle

Earning him his own big game hunters

 

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Safe (an acrostic poem)

Silently Malcolm crept up to his target

And yet he didn’t strike out at her

Feeling that something wasn’t quite right, he turned and walked away

Evelin smiled, and her eyes glowed.  He was fleeing.  Now it was her turn to hunt.

 

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