Duma by Walt Tucker

Duma
     By Walt Tucker

Spacious African skies,
Of cat like gaze,
At antelopes,
As they graze.

In stealth like mode,
Duma waits and sits,
Watching like a sharp shooter,
In a hit.

Like tornado's great winds,
Paws do fly,
Seeing black spots,
Before their eyes.

With Pharaohs of old,
Tried to tame,
Duma of African beauty,
Forever you reign

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