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Gazelle This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

April 16, 2012

By Laura17, Chapel Hill, NC

Sitting in this olive tree
Upon the branch most concealed,
I gaze down upon
Your tender head,
Holding my breath
So you won't hear me watching you.

You go about your business
Unaware of any presence –
You who transform into a gazelle
As soon as you leave the eyesight
Of those people whom you perceive as
Vicious critics, ready for the kill.
Such a gorgeous creature you are –
So graceful, calm, and at ease.

You say,
“One must not be seen as prey,”
“One must always be ready
To blend into the ugliness of this world,”

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