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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