The Last Cry Poem by Sentamu Aziz
The Last Cry
The growl was so wild,
That none could breath
none got close,
to the shaking thicket.
Shivering and scared,
at the cries of death,
ears to the fading sound
as the sun sunk to rest,
The jungle counted one less.
Driving to the camp
In silence and fear
You could easily think
one of us had passed
To all ears
A fox had just cried to death
In the thickets of danger
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