In the wild, I would be a cheetah.
Crawling, biting, drooling. I would roar instead of speak I would run instead of freeze I would stare my enemies down Instead of crawl to a corner and cry. A cheetah stares life in the face. A cheetah knows it only lives once. A cheetah knows life is fickle, fleeting, gone A cheetah knows who is prey and who is an ally. A cheetah knows. In the wild, I would live forever Or until a bigger cheetah will hunt me down But I would live so fully until that moment So fully Like a cheetah. Like a woman-cheetah. Wild, vocal and free.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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