LIONESS GRASS
Tall, dry grass rustles
against each other
in the breeze
like the breath of a lioness
as she stalks a gazelle
with her eyes
until she creeps closer,
closer like a whisper
through drought-riddled grass
until a gust of wind leaps
through the blades
scattering leaves
in a jumbled mass of panic.
Diane Webster's challenge as a poet is to remain open to poetry ideas in everyday opportunities as well as those moments of epiphany. Then to allow her imagination to evolve that idea into a poem. Her work has appeared in “Philadelphia Poets,” “The Hurricane Review,” “Illya's Honey” and other literary magazines.
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