Animal poems - Gazelle
... wild, free, exquisite
The plains of Africa, and a painted watercolor sunset,
Shimmering sunlight over the mountains, and tall silhouette against the elongated shades of red and gold.
Pausing for a moment to stare at me, still alert in the fading of light.
And then like a dancer, returns to her tribe to rest.
She is the gazelle.
She is the ballet dancer of the Serengeti, her every movement shows the epitome of grace.
She nuzzles her friends and drifts to sleep on a bed of grass.
Tomorrow she will wake, and the sun will once again shimmer on her fawn-colored flesh.
In the piecing light of morning, all will see her beauty.
Her timid yet alluring eyes invite mystery.
Her her dark lines, and the charming way she moves over the land.
He tight muscular legs shimmer when touched by sunlight.
With her sleek muscular form she can leaps between rocks, and outrun the mighty lion.
But for now, she is exhausted. She wants warmth from another gazelle.
Wanting to sleep safely, secure from the dangers of the night.
She is wild and free, yet delicate and beautiful.
Her graceful movement I watch from afar, unable to get near, even in the fading of the light, lest I scare her off.
Close your eyes little Gazelle.
Dream of pastures, of dancing and of warmth,
And I shall dream of your mystery.
-- by Andrew Noske