Predator and Prey
Lions are not tame
They look all the same
I watch their brows knit
While they sit
Then they go get their game
Zebras are striped
They’re all the same type
I watch them eat grass
While they collect in a mass
Then they all take flight
The Beach
The sand is millions of little stars twinkling in a vast galaxy.
The shells are sprinkles on a sundae.
The waves are cats and dogs fighting.
The beach is a collaboration.
—Sophie Thompson
Jacob Gates Road
