Untitled Poem by Noell Staton

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He is the predator
I am the prey
In this little game we play

The wind is rushing through my hair
As my legs fly over the ground
All while I do my best not to make a sound

I dive for cover as the bushes move
And out steps the hunter to mock my flight
“Run, run, run with all your might! ”

So I do
His steps sound at my back
And I trip and hit the ground with a ‘SMACK! ’

Turning over in time to see him lunge
My scream echoes far and wide
As I feel ourselves collide

His quick tap on my arm
I hear him say from where I sit
“TAG! YOU’RE IT! ”

And just like that the roles are switched
And up I stand as he dashes
Through the woods he loudly crashes

I am the predator
He is the prey
In this little game we play

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Noell Staton

Noell Staton

Columbia, SC
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