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Monsters

                                         Kanishk   Singh   Raghav   2017A3PS0366P

                                                    Gazing   at   the   stars
                                        Blinking   now   and   then   at   her   joyous   cubs
                                                   Lying   in   her   warmth
                                                 Surrounded   by   the   grass

                                                Feeling   the   gentle   breeze
                                                  Moving   over   her   body
                                             Looking   around   in   the   darkness
                                        For   any   danger   that   lay   hidden   for   her   cubs

                                                 Coming   was   the   big   day
                                              Teach   them   to   hunt   she   would
                                           Soon   they   would   taste   their   first   kill
                                             Roam   the   fiercest   cats   free   then

                                                     High   in   the   sky
                                                       The   sun   lie
                                                  Smiling   at   the   tigress
                                                 Waiting   for   her   highness

                                                     Getting   to   work
                                                  Locating   a   deer   herd
                                               Staying   hidden   in   the   grass
                                                      The   trio   waits

                                                 Waits   for   one   to   separate
                                           To   leave   the   herd   behind   and   wander
                                                   And   look   there   it   is
                                                  Spotting   a   lonely   fawn

                                              Moving   gracefully   in   the   grass
                                               To   the   perfect   hunting   spot
                                          The   grass   unaware   of   what’s   come   by
                                           Stay   silent   in   the   queen’s   command

                                                  Now   all   that   remains
                                                       Is   to   charge
                                                   And   charge   she   will
                                          Years   of   experience   said   –   this   is   easy

                                                Taking   a   step   to   start   with
                                             Taking   another   one   to   gain   speed
                                             And   a   few   more   to   get   more   of   it
                                                   Reaching   her   fastest
                                              Little   does   the   little   one   know




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