Survival
By Lucy G
Published 20 August 2024
She hides in the pond, the water reeds,
Her head pokes out, searching.
None in sight, thank the world.
But little does the poor girl know...
It's too late already, he snaps his jaws.
Run, run, run, run!
Her white wings flap, ready to fly.
Run, run, run, run!
Though he thinks he can kill,
She can go somewhere he can't.
The reeds, the reeds, the reeds.
She dashes, makes it, she's alive...